Gin and Juice version by The Gourds ******************Warning****************** Rated (R). Children under 17 must not view this without the consent of an adult. Explicit lyrics and sexual content ******************************************* chords : low to high A : x02220 or x0222x D : xx0232 A two chord song. Not much easier than this. If you've never heard this version of the song, it has a country/bluegrass type style. |A---|D---| x 2 A D With so much drama in L-B-C A D It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G A D But I, I somehow, some way A D Keep comin up with funky ass s**t nearly every single day A D and can I kick a little something, hmmm, for the G's A D and, make a few friends as I breeze through A D doncha know its two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin A D cause my momma ain't home A D I got b***hes in the living room gettin it on A D and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin A D So what you wanna do? A D I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too A D So turn off the lights and close the doors A D But (but what) we don't love them w***es A D And we gonna smoke an ounce to that A D A D G's up, hoes down, like you motherf**kers bounce to this And I'll be (Chorus: repeat 2X) A D A Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice D(stop) Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all)) (Verse Two) I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in you know this type of s**t happens all the time You got to get yourn before I get mine but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me but who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started mackin with this b***h named Sadie You know she used to be the homeboy's lady doncha know its eighty degrees when I tell that b***h please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, full breeze And I'll be Chorus x 2 (mandolin break) Verse Three: Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you now he made me choke It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dr. Dre got some b***hes from the city of Compton To serve me not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut you know I'm raisin to pop a cop but don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door And I'll be Chorus 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) 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)