Gin And Juice chords by The Gourds

Two Chords. Lots of lyrics.

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