Gin And Juice chords

[A] - [D] (2x)

[A] With so much drama in [D]L-B-C
It's kinda [A]hard bein Snoop D-[D]O-double-G
But I,[A] I somehow, some [D]way
Keep comin up [A]funky ass shit nearly [D]every single day
And, [A]can I kick a little something, m[D]mm, for the G's
and, [A]make a few friends as I [D]breeze through
Don't you know it's [A]two in the mornin' and our [D]party's still jumpin'
[A] Cause my momma ain't [D]ho-ome
I got [A]bitches in the living room [D]gettin' it on
and [A]they ain't leavin' til [D]six in the mornin' so
[A] what you wanna [D]do
I got a [A]pocket full of rubbers and my [D]homeboys do too
So [A]turn off the lights and [D]close the doors
But[A] , but what, we don't [D]love them whores
And we [A]gonna smoke a ounce to [D]that
G's [A]up, hoes down, while you [D]motherfuckers bounce to this

And I'll be

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

(Double Time)
A-D (4x)

[A] I got me some[D] Seagram's gin
Every[A]body got their cup, but they [D]ain't chipped in
You know, this [A]type of shit happens [D]all the time
You [A]gotta get yours before [D]I get mine
Every[A]thing is fine when you listenin' to the [D]D-O-G
He's got the [A]cultivating music that be [D]captivating me
But, [A]a who, who hears the [D]words that I speak
As I [A]take me a drink to the [D]middle of the street
I started [A]mackin' with this bitch named [D]Sadie
You know, she [A]used to be the homeboy's [D]lady
Don't you know it's [A]eighty degrees when I [D]tell that bitch please
Raise up off these [A]N-U-Ts cause you [D]gets none of these, at ease
[A] as I mob with the Dogg Pound, [D]feel the breeze
[A]Rollin' down the street, smokin' [D]indo, sippin' on gin and [A]juice
Laid back with my [D]mind on my money and my money on my mind
[A]Rollin' down the street, smokin' [D]indo, sippin' on gin and [A]juice
Laid back with my [D]mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all

[SOLO]

(lay back)

So [A]Later on that [D]day
[A] My homey Dr. [D]Dre
He came [A]by with a gang of Tanque[D]ray
[A] And a fat ass [D]J,
of some [A]bubonic chronic, you know it [D]made me choke
It [A]ain't no joke, I had to [D]back up off it,
[A]Set my cup of gin [D]down, Don't you know
[A]Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm [D]fucked up now
But [A]it ain't stoppin', [D]I'm still poppin'
Dr. [A]Dre got some bitches from the [D]city of Compton
To [A]serve me, not with a [D]cherry on top
Cause when I [A]bust my nut, you know I'm [D]ragin to pop a cop
But [A]Don't get upset girl, that's [D]just how it goes
I don't [A]love you hoes, that's why I'm [D]out the door

And I'll be

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