Blues Traveler Gin and juice Lyrics

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way
Keep comin up funky a__ s___ nearly every single
day
And, can I kick a little something for the G's
and make a few friends as I breeze through
Don't ya know it's two in the mornin and the
party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got b____es in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
So what you wanna do
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do
too
Turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them w____s
And we gonna smoke an ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, while you mother f___ers
bounce to this
And I'll be

Chorus: repeat 2X

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on
gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money
on my mind]

Verse Two:

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
Ya know, this type of s___ happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when your finally listenin to
the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be
captivating me
but, who cares the words I speak
As I take me a drink to middle of the street
I started mackin with this b____ named Sadie
Ya know, she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don't ya know it's eighty degrees, when I tell
that b____ please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none
of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the
breeze
And I'll be

Chorus

Verse Three:

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre - he came by with a gang of
Tanqueray
And a fat a__ J, of some bubonic chronic ya know
it made me choke
it ain't no joke
I had to back up off it, sit my cup of gin down
Don't ya know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm
f___ed up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some b____es from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up
off the cot
But don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'
And I'll be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on
gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money
on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on
gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money
on my mind]