Gin and Juice 

by Snoopy Doggy Dog 


Tabbed out by Emil (*) 


Phish never actually played this song. Somewhere along the line, some jerk decided 

to mislabel the MP3 he got and it got passed around like that. * has a page 

dedicated to the mishap at http://* . 


They say (and I quote): 


This song is not by the Vermont band Phish. It was originally done by Dr. Dre, 

Snoop, and a NYC hip-hop artist named Phish, and has been covered by a bluegrass 


sometimes incorrectly labelled as by Phish. It ain't. The hip-hop artist Phish 

is also featured on backup vocals for Dre's "What's the Difference" (track 7 on 

Dr. Dre - 2001 - as remarkably unoriginal as Phish). 


Thanks to R*, Mark Carroll (*), and Alex 

Esselstein (*). 


-=-= 


But I've gotten tired of telling people this. And it's such a basic song to play that 

I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone by just writing this simplistic version out. 


I don't even know what key it's in, but it's a I- IV progression looped for the entire 

duration of the song. 



E--5---5---------------------- 

B--5---7-------7---8---------- 

G--6---7-------7---7---------- 

D--7---7-------7---9---------- 

A--7---5-------9---10--------- 

E--5-------------------------- 


So at this point, you need to do a little work and move one of those progressions up and 

down the neck of your guitar and figure out where it fits (aka "What key it's in"). 


Oh yeah, here are the words: 


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 (yeah!) 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 (six in the mornin) 

So what you wanna do, sheeeit 

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 


Chorus: repeat 2X 


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] 


Verse Two: 


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 before 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 


Chorus 


Verse Three: 


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 


Chorus 


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]