Gin N Juice Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G](Uh) [D]ha-ha-ha, I'm I'm serious,
nigga
One [G]of y'all nig[C#m]gas got some
bad motherfuckin' [E]breath[D]
(Uh, ayy,
[G]shit) ayy baby, ayy baby
Ayy baby, get [C#m]some bubblegum in this
muhfucker or [D]somethin'
[G]Ayy, nigga, get somethin' to [C#m]eat, dog
Study long, study wrong,
[D]nigga
[G][C#m][D]

[Verse 2]
[G]
With [C#m]so much drama in the L-B-C
[D]It's It's It's kinda hard
bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But [G]But But But [C#m]I, somehow, some way
Keep [D]comin' up with funky ass
shit like [G]every single day
[C#m]May I kick a little so[D]mething
for the G's (yeah)
And [G]make a few ends as I
[C#m]breeze through (yeah)
Two in the [D]mornin' and the party's still
jumpin' 'cause my [G]mama ain't home
I got [C#m]bitches in the livin'
room gettin' it [D]on
And they ain't leavin' 'til [G]six in
the mornin' [C#m](six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
[D]I got a pocket full of rubbers
[G]and my homeboys do too
[C#m]So turn off the lights[E]
and close [D]the doors
But (but what?) We [G]don't love them hoes,
yeah
[C#m]So we gon' smoke a ounce to this[D]
Gs up, hoes down,
while you [G]motherfuckers bounce to this

[Verse 3]
[C#m]Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money and my
[G]money on my [C#m]mind)
Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money
and [G]my money on my mind)

[Verse 4]
Now that [C#m]I got me some
Seagram's[E]gin
Every[D]body got they cups,
but they ain't chipped [G]in
Now this types [C#m]of shit happens all the time
You [D]gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine
[G]Everything is [C#m]fine when you
listenin' to the D-O-G
[D]I I I got the cultivatin' music
that be [G]captivating he
[C#m]Who listens to the words that I [D]speak
As I take me a drink to the
[G]middle of the street
And get [C#m]to mackin' to this bitch
named [D]Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the [G]homeboy's lady
(oh, that [C#m]bitch?)
Eighty degrees when I tell
that bitch [D]please
Raise up off these N-U-T's,
'cause 'cause 'cause [G]you gets none of these
[C#m]At ease, as I [D]mob with the Dogg Pound,
feel [G]the breeze

[Verse 5]
Beyotch, I'm just
[C#m]Rollin' down the street, smokin[D]' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money and
my [G]money on my [C#m]mind)
Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money
and my [G]money [C#m]on my mind)

[Verse 6]
Later on that day My homie [D]Dr.
Dre came [C#m]through
with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some [D]bubonic
chronic that made me choke
Shit, [C#m]this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit
my cup [D]down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah,
I'm [G]fucked up now
But it [C#m]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 with a cherry on [D]top
'Cause when I bust my nut,
I'm [G]raisin' up off the cot
[C#m]Don't get upset girl, that's
just how it goes
[D]I don't love you hoes,
I'm out the [G]door

[Verse 7]
And I'll be
[C#m]Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
sippin' on [G]gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money and
my [G]money on my [C#m]mind)
Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice
Laid [D]back (with my mind on my money
and my [G]money on my [C#m]mind)
Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
[G]sippin' on gin and [C#m]juice[D]
Biotch (with my mind on my money
and my [G]money on my [C#m]mind)
Rollin' down the street, [D]smokin' indo,
sippin' on [G]gin and [C#m]juice[D]
Biotch (with my mind on my money
and my money on my mind)
[G]