Gin And Juice

    A      D5


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B|---5------x--  
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A|---7------5--  
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Intro:  A A  D5 D5  A A  D5 D5


Verse 1:
     A                    D5
With so much drama in the LBC
             A                  D5
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O double G
      A              D5
But I, some how some way
                    A                   D5
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
     A                       D5
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's
   A                     D5
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's
A                         D5                  A                   D5
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home
      A                          D5
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
    A                     D5
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
A                 D5
So what you wanna do,
        A                             D5
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too
   A                       D5
So turn off the lights and close the doors
        A              D5
But for what, we don't love them whores

            A                       D5
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this
    A                        D5                      A       D5
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus:
            A                              D5                    
and I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and 
   A
juice
                   D5  N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A                              D5                       A
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
                   D5   N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Verse 2:   same chords



Now that, I got me some seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listenin to the D O G
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me
Who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Ain't even freeze when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dog Pound, feel the breeze


Chorus:

• A
• D5

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