Gin & Juice #2

(アルバム： The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told - 1998)

Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfucking glass, cus it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it 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)

I'm still smoking, drifting, swifta than a mothafucka
Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
Beating up the block in the dark blue tank
Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
Digging in my draws for dem muthafucking laws
Harrassing a nigga, blasting a nigga
I ain't seen shit, so why you asking nigga
To 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 dipping in my low-low
Convertable top, spot for the glock, I ain't fucking with the hen dogg
So toss out the soda pop.
Put my shit on three wheels for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real

[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, with heat
Dranking, ???, Sitting on D's
Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
Never slipping, I keep my eyes on my enemies [2X]

Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fucking with this Creole
She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out
Then turn the bitch out, look here
There ain't no need for you to be wasting my time
See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up!
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-skirt
Twerking that shit while ridding up the highway
Doing it my way, hella highway, the fly way
Swerving in another lane, trying to maintain
And baby girl steady taking 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"

[Chorus x2]

Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up
(Say What, Say What)
Come on, Now
Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up
(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH

I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me
Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle
Nigga you know I'm know for having that big ass bank
Trying to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
Cus times getting hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?!
Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something
Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
Nigga stop fronting, get at your boy
Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed

[Chorus x2]