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Snoop Dogg - Текст песни Gin Juice #2
Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cus it's a blast from the past
 You didn't think we would touch it two times nigga
 Gin & juice up in this bitch, yeah
 Some of that beats by the pound flavor, you feel me
 Get your ice, get your cups, 'cus we about to get fucked up in here
 Yeah straight up
 I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka
 Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
 Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
 Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
 Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
 Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
 Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga
 I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' a nigga
 To fucked up off that G-I and juice
 C-I get loose, nigga whatchu wanna do
 I got a crew but I choose to roll solo
 Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low low
 [Incomprehensible] spot for the glock
 I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg so toss out the [Incomprehensible]
 Put my shit on three wheels for thrills
 I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real
 Rollin down the street with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehensible] sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
 Rollin down the street with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehensible] sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
 Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole
 She said she knows Nino, stop me loc
 A cup of that gin & juice, I blank a bitch out
 Then turn the bitch out, look here
 There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time
 See I picked you up, now I'm gonna stick you up and dick you up
 And give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
 With that California weed
 She seemed trouble at first and then it got worse
 'Cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirtSnoop Dogg - Gin Juice #2 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/snoop-dogg/gin-juice-number-2-lyrics.html
 Twerkin' that shit while I'm ridin' up the highway
 Doin' it my way, the hella highway, the fly way
 Yeah swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
 And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
 Now it ain't no thing, 'cus she swallowed it up
 Then she wanted to take a puff, I said
 "Look here bitch you've had enough"
 Rollin down the street with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehensible] sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
 Rollin down the street with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehensible] sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
 Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up, come on, now
 Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up, yeah
 I popped by the ice cream shop
 The cops saw me, cops stopped me, you heard me
 Were's Serv-D, nigga will serve me
 Since you got that big bad ass dangle
 Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank
 Tryin' to find all your dope, 'cus I'm a smoker
 I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
 'Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to lose
 [Incomprehensible]
 Yo I know Jimmy's sent me somethin', I need to cop somethin'
 I know you got somethin', nigga stop frontin'
 Get at your boy, hook it up like Master P
 Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed
 Rollin down the street, with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehesible] , sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
 Rollin down the street with heat
 Drankin', [Incomprehensible] , sittin' on D's
 Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
 Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
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