Lyrical Breakdown of Gin and Juice - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gin and Juice" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gin and Juice" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Snoop Dogg employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Snoop Dogg's narrative.

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Heah hah hah!

I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz

Got this ass motherfuckin up

Aiy baby, aiy baby...

Aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker

Steady long, steady long nigga

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kinda 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 (yeah)

And, make a few ends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin'

And the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home

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, shiiiit

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 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

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, that, I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Now this types of shit, happens all the time

You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine

When you listenin 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 the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)

Eighty 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

Beeeitch, I'm just

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

Later on that day

My homey 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', 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 bust my nut

I'm raisin up off the cot

Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'

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

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 (beeotch!!)

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 (beeotch!!)

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind