Gin & Juice (Another Shot From Dr. Dre) Letra - HARDY ft. Dr. Dre

So much drama out in Tennessee

It's kinda hard bein' H-A-R-D-Y

But I somehow, someway

Keep comin' up with country-ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little somethin'

For the G's and make a few M's?

As I breeze through at two in the mornin'

Party still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home and

Bitches in the livin' room rippin' a bong and (Yeah)

They ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'

So what y'all wanna do? (What?)

Shit, I got a pocket full of bullets and my homeboys do too

A spotlight and some ryegrass rows, but, but what?

We gon' slug some does, yeah

Then we gon' smoke an ounce to this

G's up, hoes down while you rednecks 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

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

Now I, I got myself some gin (Yeah)

Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in (No)

Yeah, this type of shit happens all the time (All the time)

You gotta get yours, but I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you're listening to the HIX OG

I got that Appalachian music that be captivatin' he (Woo)

Who listens to the words that I wrote (Yeah)

As I'm takin' me a swig on a dirt back road (Y'all know)

And get to whippin' up a biscuit and some gravy

Chillin' while I'm listenin' to some Willy and some Waylon

Eighty degrees, hound dogs sayin', "Please, raise up off these N-U-T's"

'Cause you gets none of these, naw

Hey, pour another G and J and thank 'em for the good life

I ain't talkin' fishin' when I take 'em to the hook like (Woo-ooh)

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

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