Snoop Dogg – Gin & Juice II (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Snoop Dogg’s 1993 “Gin & Juice II”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by C-Los Beats.

Snoop Dogg Gin & Juice Ii

Though Snoop Dogg’s run at Death Row is the stuff of legends, his tenure at No Limit should not be forgotten. In fact, Snoop would be the first to admit that joining Master P’s squad all but saved his career, instilling within him principles of ownership and entrepreneurial prowess. Another interesting impact the transition had was on his sound — never had a west coast artist dove headlong into Southern tradition, and so successfully as Snoop’s 1998 about-face.

The resulting album, Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told, remains an interesting one to unpack. Lined with No Limit guests like Fiend, Mystikal, C Murder, and Master P, it may very well be the most sonically unique project of his career — and that’s saying something.

Snoop Dogg – Gin & Juice II (prod. C-Los Beats)

Lyrics

Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfuckin glass, cus 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, yahhh
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here
Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah)

[Verse One]
I’m still smokin, driftin, swifter than a motherfucker
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
Dig in my draws for dem muthafuckin laws
Harrassin a nigga, blastin a nigga
I ain’t seen shit, so why you askin nigga
I’m too fucked up off that G-I and juice
C-I get loose, nigga what chall 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 dogg, 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

[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 Two]
Now trip dis, I’m on Interstate 10 fuckin with this Creole
She say she knows NINO, 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
And 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 highway, 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) YAH

[Verse Three]
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 by a zip of that backyard (hell no)
Lil’ Jimmy’s sent me something, I need to cop something
Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
Nigga stop frontin, get at your boy
Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
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
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