Gin & Juice II Lyrics
[Intro] Ah-ha Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cause it's a blast from the past You didn't think we gon' touch ya two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yah Some of that Beats by the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we about to get fucked up in here Yea heard me (Yah), Straight up, Uhm (Uhm), Yah (yah)
[Verse 1] I'm still smokin, driftin, swifter than a motherfucker Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heater in the seater, cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Dick in my draws for the motherfuckin' law Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why y'all askin' a nigga I'm too fucked up off that G-I and juice C-I get loose, nigga what y'all wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low Convertible top spot for the Glock I ain't fuckin with the hen dog, so toss out the sauce hot Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists
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[Hook] Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, 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, trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
[Verse 2] Now trip this, I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole She say she knows NINO, bitch stop lying (Know Nino) Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here Ain't no need for you be wastin' my time See I picked you up, now I'mma stick you up, and dick you up And give you what you need Stay in, then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cause now (Stop) I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin' that shit while I'm ridin' up the highway Doin' it my way, the hella high way, the fly way Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain And baby girl steady takin dick to the brain Left no stain, cause she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff I said "Look here bitch you done had enough" (Hold up, hold up)
[Hook] Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, 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, trees, 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 (Say what, say what) Come on, now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up (What'chu say, what'chu say) yeah
[Verse 3] I popped by the ice cream shop To cop something, pop something, ya heard me Where's Serv-B, nigga well serve me Since you got that big bad ass dank Nigga you know I'm known for havin that big ass bank Tryin' to buy all your dope, cause you're a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cause times gettin' hard on the boulevard But I refuse to lose, buy a zip of that backyard (hell no) Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something I know you got something, nigga stop frontin' Get at your boy, hook it up like Master P (Ugh) Or would it be a tragedy, ya feel me, the best weed nigga
[Hook] Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, 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, trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Biach Trade mark
