Ahh-haaa
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Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past
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You didn't think would touch it two times nigga
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Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh
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Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
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Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here
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Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah)
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I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka
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Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
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Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
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Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
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Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
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Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
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Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga
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I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga
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To fucked up off that G-I and juice,
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C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do
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I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
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Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low
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??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg
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So toss out the ???
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Put my shit on three wheels for thrills
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I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real
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[Chorus]
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Rollin down the street, with heat
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Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's
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Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
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Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies [2X]
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Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole
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She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
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Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out
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Then turn the bitch out, look here
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There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time
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See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up!
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Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
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With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first
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And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt
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Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway
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Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way
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Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
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And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
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Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up
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Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had
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enough"
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[Chorus x2]
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Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up
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(Say What, Say What)
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Come on, Now
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Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up
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(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH
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I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me
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Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle
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Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank
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Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
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I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
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Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?!
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Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something
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Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
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Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy
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Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
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Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed
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[Chorus x2]
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Gin & Juice #2
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Snoop Dogg |