2Pac — Gin and Juice Live 1996

[Spoken Word Intro] It's about that time Check it out [Song Intro] Yeah, bend over Yeah, yeah, bend over Yeah, yeah, bend over Bend over Just rollin' (C'mon) Just rollin' (Ayy what you do?) Just rollin' (Ayy nigga, what you do?) Just rollin' (What's up Snoop?) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day May I kick a little something for the G's And make a few ends as I breach through? Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' ‘Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' So what you wanna do? Shit, 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, yeah So we gon' smoke a ounce to this (Sing that shit!) G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this [Chorus] Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Laid back, with my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Laid back, with my mind on my money And my money on my mind [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of shit happens all the time You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be my little nigga's lady (Oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, ‘cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound Feel the breeze, because I'm just… [Chorus] Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Laid back, with my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Laid back, with my mind on my money And my money on my mind [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', 'cause I'm still poppin' Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I get through, I gotta hit the dope spot Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be [Chorus] Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Laid back, with my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin'! Just rollin'! Just rollin'! With my mind on my money And my money on my mind [Bridge 1: Snoop Dogg & (Audience)] Lemme hear you say "Death Row" (Death Row) Say "Death Row" (Death Row) Say "Dogg Pound" (Dogg Pound) Say "Dogg Pound" (Dogg Pound) Say "Snoop Dogg" (Snoop Dogg) Say "Snoop Dogg" (Snoop Dogg) Say "Gin and Juice" (Gin and Juice) Say "Gin and Juice" (Gin and Juice) Yeah [Bridge 2: 2Pac & (Snoop Dogg)] Nothin' but a gangsta Not-nothin' but a gansta (Say what, say what) Not-not-nothin' but a gansta (Say what, say what) Not-not-nothin' but a gansta (All of y'all) Not-not-nothin' but a gansta Not-not-nothin' but a gansta (Baby!) Not-not-nothin' but a gansta Not-not-nothin' but a gansta (Party!) [Outro: 2Pac & (Snoop Dogg)] Yo, we represent to y'all to the fullest Y'all know we be representin' for y'all We bringin' it to another level Nigga shot me five times I came outta jail and sold five million Niggas can't fuck with us That fat fuck only sold two million He had half of New York rappin' on that shit I fucked his bitch and sold five million That's Death Row style, West side That's how we do it, you know the playas is on the West side That peace shit, I ain't even tryna make peace, fuck 'em all The playas are on this side That nigga tried to play that gangsta shit but we M-O-B for motherfuckin' real Fat motherfucker Biggie came into the game, tryna cross a nigga Then they gonna make a song called "LA, LA" Them niggas don't know, they gang bang in LA, they love fighting (Killin' and shootin') Stupid fucks (Sons of bitches) That's why we drop it like we drop it So don't think a nigga be trippin' We just be tryna represent it for y'all to the fullest When they say something to us, we wanna make sure we mash they ass Like we did to Biggie, see that nigga quiet as a fuckin' church mouse Dropped, hit him up, that nigga quiet as fuck He ain't got shit to say His wife pregnant, that nigga waitin' like an expecting father Not knowing who the baby is (Ha, ha, ha) The world don't know I use the rubber so it ain't mine Tell you straight I didn't wanna fuck that fat bitch no way (Just out of spite) But you know, that's the secret to war He my enemy, so she looked a'ight Then they tried to put my nigga on a case for murder and just lock his ass down forever Like it was kill-a-nigga season Snoop freaked they ass though, got out not guilty We gonna drop his shit in a couple of months Snoop runnin' for president, he representin' the gangsta out here So make some noise for Snoop, definitely runnin' for president (The gangsta party)