Not sure what kind I wanna get, I'm thinking $30 max so I'm thinking about Bombay Sapphire, or Tang, or Beefeater. Also what best to drink it with and I won't do OJ.
gin and some green tea. only tried it once.. and dont remember the kind of gin it was cause i got hammered.
With so much drama in the LBC It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin' up funky ass shit like every single day May I kick a little somethin' for the G's ? (Yeah) And, make a few friends as I breeze through (Yeah) 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' (Six in the mornin') So what you wanna do, shit? 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 (Yeah) So we gonna smoke a ounce to that G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that 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) 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) Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D O G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' with this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) 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 Bitch, I'm just 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) 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) Later on that day, my homey Dr. Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' and I'll be 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) 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) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice (Biatch) (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice (Biatch) (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
