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----------  



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]