Gin And Juice II

Ahh-haaa Get your motherfuckin glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think we gon touch ya 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 Verse One I'm still smokin, driftin, swifter than a motherfucker Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Dig in my draws for dem muthafuckin laws Harrassin a nigga, blastin a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why you askin nigga I'm too 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 dippin in my low-low Convertible top spot for the Glock I ain't fuckin with the hen dogg, so toss out the sauce hot Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real Hook Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Verse Two Now trip dis, I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin with this Creole She say she knows NINO, stop lying know Nino Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here Ain't no need for you be wastin my time See I picked you up, now I'mma stick you up, and dick you up And give you what you need And then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cause now stop I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin that shit while I'm ridin up the highway Doin it my way, the hella highway, the fly way Swervin in another lane, tryin to maintain And baby girl steady takin dick to the brain Left no stain, cause she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff I said Look here bitch you done had enough hold up, hold up Hook Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up Say what, say what Come on, now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up What'chu say, what'chu say YAH Verse Three I popped by the ice cream shop To cop something, pop something, ya heard me Where's Serv-B, nigga well serve me Since you got that big bad ass dank Nigga you know I'm known for havin that big ass bank Tryin to buy all your dope, cause you're a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cause times gettin hard on the boulevard But I refuse to lose by a zip of that backyard hell no Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some Got Some, I know you got some Nigga stop frontin, get at your boy Hook it up like Master P Ughh Or would it be a tragedy, ya feel me, the best weed nigga Hook Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Biach Trade mark