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mind on my money and my money on my mind\nRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n\nNow that I got me some Seagram's gin\nEvery body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\nYa know this type of shit, happens all the time\nGotta get yours before I get mine\nEverything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G\nHe gots the cultivating music that be captivating he\nWho hears the words that I speak\nAs I take me a drink to the middle of the street\nAnd get mackin to this bitch named Sadie\nShe used to be the homeboy's lady\nEighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\nRaise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\nAs I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n\nRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\nRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n\n(Slows down)\nLater on that day\nMy homey Dr. Dre\nHe came by with a gang of Tanqueray\nAnd a fat ass J,\n(Speeds up)\nOf some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\nIt ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\nSet my cup of gin down\n\n(Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up)\nBut it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin\nDr Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton\nTo serve me, not with a cherry on top\nCause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot\nDon't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\nI don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'\nAnd I'll be\n\nRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\nRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice {beeotch!}\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.96] With so much drama in L-B-C\n[00:12.54] It's kinda hard bein Snoop 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juice\n[01:31.77] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[01:35.07] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin\n[01:54.34] Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\n[01:58.07] Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time\n[02:02.27] Gotta get yours before I get mine\n[02:06.48] Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G\n[02:09.74] He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he\n[02:14.33] Who hears the words that I speak\n[02:17.99] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:22.06] And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie\n[02:25.63] She used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:30.08] Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.53] Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\n[02:37.97] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:41.71] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] (Speeds up)\n[04:25.72] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.33] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\n[04:33.65] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.24] (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up)\n[04:41.10] But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin\n[04:46.29] Dr Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton\n[04:49.50] To serve me, not with a cherry on top\n[04:53.07] Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot\n[04:57.57] Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\n[05:01.54] I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'\n[05:04.94] And I'll be\n[05:05.84] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[05:09.93] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[05:13.08] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice {beeotch!}\n[05:17.88] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[05:21.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gin and Juice\n  artist: The Gourds\n  album: 'Sounds of the New West, Vol. 3: The Best of Americana 2001'\n  duration_ms: 417504\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: With so much drama in L-B-C\n  start_ms: 2960\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: But I, somehow, some way\n  start_ms: 17330\n  end_ms: 20850\n- text: Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n  start_ms: 20850\n  end_ms: 25670\n- text: Can I, kick a little something for the G's\n  start_ms: 25670\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: And, make a few friends is a breeze, through\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 33300\n- text: Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin\n  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mackin to this bitch named Sadie\n[02:25.63] She used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:30.08] Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.53] Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\n[02:37.97] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:41.71] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] (Speeds up)\n[04:25.72] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.33] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\n[04:33.65] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.24] (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up)\n[04:41.10] But it 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and the party's still jumpin\n[00:37.88] Cause my momma ain't ho-ome\n[00:41.34] I got bitches in the living room gettin it on\n[00:45.77] And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin\n[00:50.10] So what you wanna do hoo\n[00:55.38] I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too\n[00:58.28] So turn off the lights and close the doors\n[01:02.22] But (but what) we don't love them whores\n[01:06.28] So we gonna smoke a ounce to this\n[01:09.91] G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this\n[01:17.55] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[01:23.75] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[01:26.95] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[01:31.77] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[01:35.07] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin\n[01:54.34] Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\n[01:58.07] Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time\n[02:02.27] Gotta get yours before I get mine\n[02:06.48] Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G\n[02:09.74] He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he\n[02:14.33] Who hears the words that I speak\n[02:17.99] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:22.06] And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie\n[02:25.63] She used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:30.08] Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.53] Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\n[02:37.97] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:41.71] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] 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gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] (Speeds up)\n[04:25.72] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.33] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\n[04:33.65] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.24] (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up)\n[04:41.10] But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin\n[04:46.29] Dr Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton\n[04:49.50] To serve me, not with a cherry on top\n[04:53.07] Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot\n[04:57.57] Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\n[05:01.54] I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm 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he\n[02:14.33] Who hears the words that I speak\n[02:17.99] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:22.06] And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie\n[02:25.63] She used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:30.08] Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.53] Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\n[02:37.97] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:41.71] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] (Speeds up)\n[04:25.72] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.33] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\n[04:33.65] 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bein Snoop D-O-double-G\n[00:17.38] But I, somehow, some way\n[00:19.89] Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n[00:24.97] Can I kick a little something for the G's?\n[00:29.30] And, make a few friends as I breeze through\n[00:33.23] Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'\n[00:37.12] 'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome\n[00:41.01] I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on\n[00:45.18] And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin'\n[00:49.20] So what you wanna do hoo?\n[00:53.25] I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too\n[00:57.45] So turn off the lights and close the doors\n[01:01.45] But, (but what) we don't love them whores\n[01:05.65] And we gonna smoke a ounce to this\n[01:09.68] G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this\n[01:14.73] Ho-ho-ho and I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[01:23.02] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[01:26.73] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[01:30.58] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind yo\n[01:34.93] \n[01:51.03] I got me some Seagram's gin\n[01:54.00] And every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\n[01:57.52] You know this type of shit, happens all the time\n[02:01.13] Gotta get yours before I get mine\n[02:05.78] Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G\n[02:09.97] He gots the cultivating music that be captivating me\n[02:13.46] But who hears the words that I speak?\n[02:17.79] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:21.33] I started maping with this bitch named Sadie\n[02:24.98] Yeah she used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:29.56] Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:32.95] Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?\n[02:36.94] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:40.96] And I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:46.54] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:49.10] Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:53.76] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:57.24] \n[04:10.57] Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.92] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:21.08] And a fat ass J\n[04:25.35] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.51] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it\n[04:33.93] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.11] Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now\n[04:41.57] But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'\n[04:45.49] Dr Dre got some bitches from city of Compton\n[04:49.19] To serve me, not with a cherry on top\n[04:53.49] 'Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off the cot\n[04:57.32] Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\n[05:00.83] I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'\n[05:04.58] And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[05:09.65] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[05:13.14] Roll on' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[05:19.00] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[05:20.60] Roll on' down the street, (rollin' down) (smokin' indo, (rollin' down sipping' on gin and juice (biiitch!)\n[05:29.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gin and Juice\n  artist: The Gourds\n  album: Gogitchyershinebox\n  duration_ms: 385000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So much drama in L-B-C\n  start_ms: 9020\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: But I, somehow, some way\n  start_ms: 17380\n  end_ms: 19890\n- text: Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n  start_ms: 19890\n  end_ms: 24970\n- text: Can I kick a little something for the G's?\n  start_ms: 24970\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: And, make a few friends 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gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind yo\n\nI got me some Seagram's gin\nAnd every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\nYou know this type of shit, happens all the time\nGotta get yours before I get mine\nEverything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G\nHe gots the cultivating music that be captivating me\nBut who hears the words that I speak?\nAs I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n\nI started maping with this bitch named Sadie\nYeah she used to be the homeboy's lady\nDon't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\nRaise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?\nAs I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n\nAnd I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\nRollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n\nLater on that day my homey 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D-O-double-G\n[00:17.38] But I, somehow, some way\n[00:19.89] Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n[00:24.97] Can I kick a little something for the G's?\n[00:29.30] And, make a few friends as I breeze through\n[00:33.23] Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'\n[00:37.12] 'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome\n[00:41.01] I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on\n[00:45.18] And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin'\n[00:49.20] So what you wanna do hoo?\n[00:53.25] I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too\n[00:57.45] So turn off the lights and close the doors\n[01:01.45] But, (but what) we don't love them whores\n[01:05.65] And we gonna smoke a ounce to this\n[01:09.68] G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this\n[01:14.73] Ho-ho-ho and I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[01:23.02] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[01:26.73] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[01:30.58] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind yo\n[01:34.93] \n[01:51.03] I got me some Seagram's gin\n[01:54.00] And every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\n[01:57.52] You know this type of shit, happens all the time\n[02:01.13] Gotta get yours before I get mine\n[02:05.78] Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G\n[02:09.97] He gots the cultivating music that be captivating me\n[02:13.46] But who hears the words that I speak?\n[02:17.79] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:21.33] I started maping with this bitch named Sadie\n[02:24.98] Yeah she used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:29.56] Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:32.95] Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?\n[02:36.94] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:40.96] And I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:46.54] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:49.10] Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:53.76] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:57.24] \n[04:10.57] Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.92] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:21.08] And a fat ass J\n[04:25.35] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.51] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it\n[04:33.93] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.11] Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now\n[04:41.57] But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'\n[04:45.49] Dr Dre got some bitches from city of Compton\n[04:49.19] To serve me, not with a cherry on top\n[04:53.49] 'Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off the cot\n[04:57.32] Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\n[05:00.83] I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'\n[05:04.58] And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[05:09.65] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[05:13.14] Roll on' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[05:19.00] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[05:20.60] Roll on' down the street, (rollin' down) (smokin' indo, (rollin' down sipping' on gin and juice (biiitch!)\n[05:29.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gin And Juice\n  artist: The Gourds\n  album: '''various'''\n  duration_ms: 384000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So much drama in L-B-C\n  start_ms: 9020\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: But I, somehow, some way\n  start_ms: 17380\n  end_ms: 19890\n- text: Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n  start_ms: 19890\n  end_ms: 24970\n- text: Can I kick a little something for the G's?\n  start_ms: 24970\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: And, make a few friends as I breeze through\n  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something for the G's\n[00:29.65] And, make a few friends is a breeze, through\n[00:33.30] Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin\n[00:37.88] Cause my momma ain't ho-ome\n[00:41.34] I got bitches in the living room gettin it on\n[00:45.77] And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin\n[00:50.10] So what you wanna do hoo\n[00:55.38] I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too\n[00:58.28] So turn off the lights and close the doors\n[01:02.22] But (but what) we don't love them whores\n[01:06.28] So we gonna smoke a ounce to this\n[01:09.91] G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this\n[01:17.55] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[01:23.75] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[01:26.95] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[01:31.77] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[01:35.07] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin\n[01:54.34] Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in\n[01:58.07] Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time\n[02:02.27] Gotta get yours before I get mine\n[02:06.48] Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G\n[02:09.74] He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he\n[02:14.33] Who hears the words that I speak\n[02:17.99] As I take me a drink to the middle of the street\n[02:22.06] And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie\n[02:25.63] She used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:30.08] Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.53] Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these\n[02:37.97] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:41.71] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:46.97] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[02:50.04] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[02:54.67] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[03:10.27] (Slows down)\n[03:12.51] Later on that day\n[04:12.60] My homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.54] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:20.63] And a fat ass J,\n[04:25.07] (Speeds up)\n[04:25.72] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.33] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,\n[04:33.65] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.24] (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up)\n[04:41.10] But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin\n[04:46.29] Dr Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton\n[04:49.50] To serve me, not with a cherry on top\n[04:53.07] Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot\n[04:57.57] Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes\n[05:01.54] I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'\n[05:04.94] And I'll be\n[05:05.84] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice\n[05:09.93] Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\n[05:13.08] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice {beeotch!}\n[05:17.88] Laid back with my 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sippin' on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\nRoll on' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\nLaid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind\nRoll on' down the street, (rollin' down) (smokin' indo, (rollin' down sipping' on gin and juice (biiitch!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.09] So much drama in L-B-C\n[00:12.21] It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G\n[00:17.30] But I, somehow, some way\n[00:19.82] Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day\n[00:24.99] Can I kick a little something for the G's?\n[00:29.36] And, make a few friends as I breeze through\n[00:33.23] Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'\n[00:37.14] 'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome\n[00:41.05] I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on\n[00:45.10] And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin'\n[00:49.21] So what you wanna do hoo?\n[00:53.24] I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too\n[00:57.40] So 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street\n[02:21.39] I started maping with this bitch named Sadie\n[02:24.95] Yeah she used to be the homeboy's lady\n[02:29.51] Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please\n[02:33.00] Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?\n[02:36.95] As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze\n[02:40.92] And I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:46.52] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:49.14] Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice\n[02:53.78] Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind\n[02:57.24] \n[04:10.54] Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre\n[04:16.98] He came by with a gang of Tanqueray\n[04:21.04] And a fat ass J\n[04:25.34] Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke\n[04:29.59] It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it\n[04:33.99] Set my cup of gin down\n[04:37.15] Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now\n[04:41.54] But 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