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The Gourds

The Gourds

Gin And Juice

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The Gourds - Gin And Juice

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Intro: A - D  (2x) 


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 funky ass shit nearly every single day 
     A                               D 
And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's 
     A                       D 
and, make a few friends as I breeze through 
                    A                          D 
Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin' 
A                     D 
 Cause my momma ain't ho-ome 
      A                          D 
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on 
    A                      D 
and they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' so 
A               D     
 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 whores 
       A                      D 
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that 
    A                        D 
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 

And I'll be 

A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all 

(Double Time) 
A-D (4x) 

A             D   
 I got me some Seagram's gin 
     A                            D 
Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in 
               A                    D 
You know, this type of shit happens all the time 
    A                      D 
You gotta get yours before I get mine 
     A                                       D 
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G 
             A                         D 
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me 
     A                    D 
But, a who, who hears the words that I speak 
     A                      D 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
          A                             D 
I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie 
              A                        D 
You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady 
                    A                     D 
Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please 
                   A                D 
Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease 
A                              D   
 as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 
A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all 

(solo) 

(lay back) 

   A             D 
So Later on that day 
A             D 
 My homey Dr. Dre 
        A                       D 
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray 
A              D 
 And a fat ass J, 
        A                            D 
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke 
   A                       D  
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it, 
A                 D 
Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know 
A                               D 
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now 
    A                  D 
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin' 
    A                             D 
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton 
   A                    D 
To serve me, not with a cherry on top 
             A                         D 
Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm ragin to pop a cop 
    A                            D 
But Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes 
        A                             D 
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door 

And I'll be 

A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
A                                D                        A 
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice 
                  D 
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all 
    	

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