Gin & Juice Songtext

von Phish

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Der Songtext "Gin & Juice" von Phish handelt von einer Party in Los Angeles und dem entspannten Lebensstil des Künstlers...

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up funky ass shit maybe every single day
Can I kick a little something for the G's
And, make a few friends as I breeze through
Don't you know it's two in the mornin and our party's still jumpin
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
So what you wanna do,
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, and we gonna smoke it ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
And I'll be

Chorus: repeat 2X

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]

Verse Two:

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
You know this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
Who hears, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
And I'll be

Chorus

Verse Three:

So 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 know that made me choke
It ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down
Don't you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr.Dre got some bitches 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 up off the cot
But don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, and I'm out the do'
And I'll be

Chorus