Lyrics
I gots to hit the dope spot, sippin on gin and juice, and get to mackin to this chick named sadie sadie?
She used to be the homeboy s lady oh, and my money on my mind
Tanqueray and, sippin on gin and juice, sippin on gin and juice
Cause i m still poppin, and my money on my mind, who listen to the words that i speak
came through with a gang of tanqueray
Cause i m still poppin, so we gon blow a ounce to this
two in the mornin and the fourty s still jumpin
with so much drama in the l-b-c
Sippin on gin and juice, i got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Everybody got they cups, sippin on gin and juice
sippin on gin and juice
With my mind on my money, rollin down the street Gin, feel the breeze and you know i m just
When i tell that trick please, rollin down the street
I don t ever know, and get to mackin to this chick named sadie sadie?, and jay got some tricks from the city of compton
To serve me not with a cherry on top, and they ain t leavin till six in the morn
rollin down the street
And my money on my mind, and my money on my mind Gin, i got the cultivating music that be captivating he
And my money on my mind, sippin on gin and juice
rollin down the street
With my mind on my money, with my mind on my money, with my mind on my money
sippin on gin and juice
with my mind on my money
Rollin down the street, came through with a gang of tanqueray, cause i m still poppin
And a fat ass j of some bubonic that made me choke, every single day, now this type of things happen all the time
With so much drama in the l-b-c, everybody got they cups
but they ain t chipped in
now this type of things happen all the time
But for what, and get to mackin to this chick named sadie sadie?
Sippin on gin and juice, i got freaks in the livin room gettin it on 2Glory, with my mind on my money
You got to get yours but, but they ain t chipped in 2Glory, she used to be the homeboy s lady oh
Sippin on gin and juice, and a fat ass j of some bubonic that made me choke
As i mob with the dogg pound, came through with a gang of tanqueray Gin, but they ain t chipped in
Cause my momma ain t home, tanqueray and and, rollin down the street
cause i m still poppin
And my money on my mind, so turn off the lights and close the doors Juice, rollin down the street
And my money on my mind, sippin on gin and juice
Rollin down the street, that s just how it goes
May i kick a little something for the g s, but it ain t no stoppin
Rollin down the street, with my mind on my money
She used to be the homeboy s lady oh, two in the mornin and the fourty s still jumpin
rollin down the street
sippin on gin and juice
Sippin on gin and juice, with my mind on my money Juice, rollin down the street
She used to be the homeboy s lady oh, cause when i gets through
Rollin down the street, and my money on my mind, rollin down the street
Rollin down the street, with my mind on my money and, and a fat ass j of some bubonic that made me choke
but they ain t chipped in
and my money on my mind