Lyrics:
they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Is where
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my
If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug,
Put whiskey, wine and gin within,
And shake it all up and then begin.
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga
Sippin' on Gin & Juice, fill up your cups nigga
The West Coast back crackin' like it's '94
So bitch get
dog, dark nasty, never lettin' a kitty-cat get past me,
Without picking it up, pettin' it, teasin' it,
Takin' it on home and pleasin' it
Cause we
California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
We low ridin' together (YEAH!)
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's be's and see's
Sledgren
Like my gin neat
Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats
Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece
Fix it
ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was
them to the good will store to get some clothes to wear
As we turned around the corner I saw you standing there
I tried to turn the children and walk
his t-shirt
Of his favorite band
Found another plan
As we poured one more tequila
Maybe another gin
Honey, let me in
So cheers to those nights
When we
a dance tonight
Now if the sun's up in the Cheyenne we'll live a long day
So we'll get all the folks together
There's nothin' like a dance on a Saturday
remember you like you remember me
I'm on some gin, you on some gin
I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel
We lose control
the hood, but I'm loved by my fans
Same Dog stance and I get it from my hands
Really don't talk when it's time to do advance
Take a chance on yourself like
want gin tonic? Hell yeah, we do!
One more round, let's see it through.
We've had too much, but that's alright,
We'll toast again under the city lights.
& Tonic with the double-hole straw
Finally I get the nerve to by you one more
The bar tender smirks, I whisper, "he's a jerk"
I'm wearin' leather pants
after we do what we gon' do get ya purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out, bitch
Oh 'Cris, can you do it again, that's what they
to work it out at all
Just pass it by
Pass it by
Substitute
Me for him
My coke for gin
You for my mom
At least I'll get my washin' done
Substitute
on by (right), my house for just a minute
We can lay by the poolside, sipping gin and juice
Throw some Mary Jane, and talk about our future
Together
drunk too much gin in
Your jaw starts grinnin', and this is the beginnin'
Of a night of an average Ho
It ain't all about working on the streets no more
a stack of black chips
Breaking the whole casino and doing back-flips, man
Cameras eying us, sidebetters trying us
The more chips we stack, the more
so she can get the proof
It was all good when we was in the mood but I scratched that (woo)
Nothing on me regular, Louis Vuitton backpack
Chains on,
get caught, you wack together we fought
'Cause I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em
I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be
Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin
Well, I could
the owner
Hit this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer
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