Gin & Juice
So much drama out in Tennessee
It's kinda hard bein' H-A-R-D-Y
But I somehow, someway
Keep comin' up with country-ass shit like every single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few M's?
As I breeze through at two in the mornin'
Party still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home and
Bitches in the livin' room rippin' a bong and (yeah)
They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what y'all wanna do? (What?)
Shit, I got a pocket full of bullets and my homeboys do too
A spotlight and some rye grass rows, but, but what?
We gon' slug some does, yeah
Then we gon' smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down while you rednecks 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 I) I got myself some gin (yeah)
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in (no)
Yeah, this type of shit happens all the time (all the time)
You gotta get yours but I gotta get mine
And everythin' is fine when you're listenin' to the HIX OG
I got that Appalachian music that be captivatin' he (whew)
Who listens to the words that I wrote (yeah)
As I'm takin' me a swig on a dirt back road (y'all know)
And get to whippin' up a biscuit and some gravy
Chillin' while I'm listenin' to some Willy and some Waylon
80 degrees, hound dogs sayin', "Please, raise up off these N-U-T's"
'Cause you gets none of these now
Hey, pour another G and J, and thank 'em for the good life
I ain't talkin' fishin' when I take 'em to the hook like (woo-hoo)
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
(Yeah) 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 (biatch, laid back)
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street (uh), smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice (biatch)
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
It's kinda hard bein' H-A-R-D-Y
But I somehow, someway
Keep comin' up with country-ass shit like every single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few M's?
As I breeze through at two in the mornin'
Party still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home and
Bitches in the livin' room rippin' a bong and (yeah)
They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what y'all wanna do? (What?)
Shit, I got a pocket full of bullets and my homeboys do too
A spotlight and some rye grass rows, but, but what?
We gon' slug some does, yeah
Then we gon' smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down while you rednecks 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 I) I got myself some gin (yeah)
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in (no)
Yeah, this type of shit happens all the time (all the time)
You gotta get yours but I gotta get mine
And everythin' is fine when you're listenin' to the HIX OG
I got that Appalachian music that be captivatin' he (whew)
Who listens to the words that I wrote (yeah)
As I'm takin' me a swig on a dirt back road (y'all know)
And get to whippin' up a biscuit and some gravy
Chillin' while I'm listenin' to some Willy and some Waylon
80 degrees, hound dogs sayin', "Please, raise up off these N-U-T's"
'Cause you gets none of these now
Hey, pour another G and J, and thank 'em for the good life
I ain't talkin' fishin' when I take 'em to the hook like (woo-hoo)
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
(Yeah) 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 (biatch, laid back)
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street (uh), smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice (biatch)
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Guy Turner, Richard Finch, Mark Adams, Daniel Webster, Steve Washington, Steve Arrington, Andre Young, Harry Casey, Calvin Broadus
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