Gin & Juice Remix Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][G]
[C#m][E][D][G]
[C#m][D][G]
[C#m][D][G]
[C#m][D]
[G]With so

[Verse 1]
[C#m]much drama in the LBC,
[D]it's kinda hard being
Snoop D -O [G]-double -G.
But [C#m]I, somehow, someway,
keep [D]comin' up with funky -ass shit
like [G]every single day
[C#m]May I, kick a little so[D]methin' for the G's,
and [G]make a few ends as [C#m]I breeze through
Two in [D]the mornin'
and the party's still jumpin'
cause my [G]mama ain't home
I got [C#m]bitches in the living
room gettin' it [D]on,
and they ain't leavin' till
[G]six in the mornin'
[C#m]So what you want to do?
[D]Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers
and my [G]homeboys do too
[C#m]So turn off the[E] lights
and close [D]the door, but
But what? We don't [G]love them hoes, yeah
[C#m]So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
[D]Jeans up, hoes down
While you [G]motherfuckers bounce to this
[C#m]Rollin' down the street
[D]Smokin' in and out
Sip[G]pin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid back
[D]With my mind on my money
And [G]my money on my mind
[C#m]Rollin' down the street
[D]Smokin' in and out
Sip[G]pin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back
With my mind on my money
And my
[G]Now back I [C#m]got me some
sequins jeans
Everybody [D]got they cups
but they ain't chipped [G]in
Now this types of shit [C#m]happens all the time
You [D]gotta get yours but
fool I gotta get mine
[G]Everything is fine
[C#m]when you're listening to the D .O .G
[D]I got the cultivatin' music
that [G]be captivatin' he
Who [C#m]listens to the words that I [D]speak
As I take me a drink
to the [G]middle of the street
And get to [C#m]mackin' to this
bitch named Shady
[D]She used to be the homeboy's [G]lady
[C#m]Eighty degrees when I tell
that bitch [D]please
Raise up off these N .U .Ts
cause [G]you get none of these
At [C#m]ease, as [D]I mobbed with the Dog Pound,
feel [G]the breeze, be out your jazz
[C#m]Rolling down the street,
[D]smoking in and out,
[G]sipping on gin and [C#m]gills
Laid back[D], with my mind on my money
and [G]my money on my mind
[C#m]Rolling down the street,
[D]smoking in and out,
[G]sipping on gin and [C#m]gills
Laid [D]back, with my mind on my money
and [G]my money on my mind
[C#m]Later on that day, my homie Dr. [D]Dre came [C#m]through
with a gang of Tangeray and a fat -ass J
Of some [D]bubonic chronic
that made me choke,
[C#m]shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it
and sit my cup [D]down,
Tangeray and chronic, yeah,
I'm [G]fucked up now
But [C#m]it ain't no stoppin',
I'm still [D]poppin',
Dre got some bitches
from the [G]city of Compton
To [C#m]serve me, not put a cherry on [D]top,
cause when I bust my nut,
I'm [G]raisin' a bottle to cop
[C#m]Don't get upset, girl,
that's just how it [D]goes,
I don't love you hoes,
I'm out [G]the door
[C#m]Rollin' down the street,
[D]smokin' in and out,
sippin' on [G]gin and [C#m]gills, lay back
[D]With my mind on my money
and [G]my money on my mind
[C#m]Rollin' down the street,
[D]smokin' in and out,
sippin' on [G]gin and [C#m]gills, lay [D]back
With my mind on my money
and my [G]money on my mind
[C#m]Rollin' down the street,
[D]smokin' in and out,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]gills, biatch
[D]With my mind, all my money
and my [G]money on my mind
[C#m]Rollin' down the street,
[D]smokin' mango
Sippin' on [G]gin and [C#m]juice, biatch
[D]With my mind, all my money
and my money on [G]my mind