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Gourds On Gourds Lyrics:
With so much drama in S.L.C
it's kinda hard bein s-c-o-double-T
But I, somehow, some way,
keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day.
May I, kick a little something for the G's,
and make a few friends as I breeze through,
it's two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
Cause my momma ain't hoome
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and they ain't leavin til six in the mornin.
So, what you wanna do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too.
So turn off the lights and close the doors,
but (but what)? we don't love them hoes,
and we gonna smoke a ounce to this.
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this.
Rollin down the street, smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice, laid back,
with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
I got me some Seagram's gin,
every body got their cups but they ain't chipped in.
You know this type of shit happens all the time,
you gotta get yourn before I get mine.
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G,
he got that cultivating music that be captivating me.
Who hears to the words that I speak,
as I take me a drink to the middle of the street?
I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie,
you know she used to be my homeboy's lady.
You know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these,
As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze..
Rollin down the street, smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice, laid back,
with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
Later on that day
My homey Dr. K
came through with a gang of Tanqueray,
and a fat ass J
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke,
no it ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it.
I set my cup down,
you know that Tanqueray and chronic,
well I'm f**ked up now.
But i ain't no stoppin, no I'm still poppin,
Dr K got some bitches from the city of Compton
to serve me, not with a cherry on top
cause when I bust my nut
you know I'm raisin up off the cot,
but don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes,
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door
and I'll be..
Rollin down the street, smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice, laid back,
with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
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Bad music made worse: Gin & Juice done with looping sound samples of my various gourd instruments.
Featured Instruments: Gourd Banjo, Prehistoric Ukulele
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2012-05-26 by April
My friends have mad skilz! Love this!!!
2011-12-22 by Tom
Your music is OK but your lyrics suck.
2011-02-13 by Jen
This is awesome!
2010-12-09 by Ed Merc
That is, by far, the best rendition of Gin & Juice I've ever heard.
Bravo!
2010-11-19 by EMO
LOVIN THE VIDEO GRAT JOB KEEP UP THE GIN AND JUICE BABY!!COOL JAMS NEED SOME MORE WHEN R U TOURING.. ROCK ON MY NEW FRIENDS..