rewrite of Snoop Dogg's "Gin & Juice", sung to the tune of Blues Traveller's rewrite of the above (cos it's sooo much better):
With so much vulchin at A23
It's kinda hard bein Swoop of MAG-33
But I, I somehow some way-hay
Keep comin up with funky bellybutton kills nearly every single day
Can I straff a little radar, twenty mil,
and vulch a few newbies as I breeze through
Dont ya know it's two in the mornin and the PC's still jumpin
cause my woman aint ho-home.
I got N1Ks at six o'clock gettin it on
and, they ain't even seen Octavius behind them
So, what you wanna do-hoo
I got my wings they're full of 20mm and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we gonna smoke them hoes
So we gonna smoke a ounce to that
Swoop's up, hoes down and Cavalear shoots the tails off...ho ho ho
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
and I'll be
Flyin through the skies, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my 6 view and my 6 view on my mind)
[Verse Two:]
Now that, I got me a sure fire kill
this guys got 6 knights chasin, but he wont stay still
You know, this type of toejam, happens all the time
You got to get your shot before I get mine
And now you're finally listenin to a B17G
it's got that cultivating rythm that be captivating me
who hears, the stall horn squeak?
As I take me a shot to the middle of the freak
I started spinnin like a beach ball baby
Ya know I used to be a bad stick, lady.
35,000ft, when I tell that squeak please
Drop down 10,000ft or you'll get one o' these
At ease, as I spray with 4 guns, feel the breeze
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Later on that there day,
My homey BlueiceJ,
he came by with a gang of N1Ks,
I sparked a fat bellybutton J,
of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke
it ain't no joke, I had to drop my yoke and set my cup o' gin down
well, N1ks and chronic, well I'm shrecked up now!
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
BlueiceJ got the moves for the N1Ks comin
To drag by me, with a giftwrap sign
Cause when I burst my guns, you know I'm fixing to shoot ya down
Don't get upset bishrooks, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, thats why I'm out the do'
[Chorus]
And I'll be
Flyin through the skies, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my 6 view and my 6 view on my mind)
Flyin through the skies, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my 6 view and my 6 view on my mind)
