NOFX: Gin and juice

With so much drama in L-B-CIt's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-GBut I, I somehow, some wayKeep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single dayCan I, kick a little something for the G'sand, make a few friends as I breeze throughTwo in the mornin and the party's still jumpincause my momma ain't homeI got bitches in the living room gettin it onand, they ain't leavin til six in the morninSo whatcha wanna do?I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do tooSo turn off the lights and close the doorsBut (but what) we don't love them whores,And we gonna smoke an ounce to thatG's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to thatAnd I'll beRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]I got me some Seagram's ginEverybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped inYa know this type of shit, happens all the timeYou gotta get yours before I get mineEverything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-GHe's got the cultivatin music that be captivatin meBut who hears, the words I speakAs I take me a drink to the middle of the streetI started mappin with this bitch named SadieYou know she used to be the homeboy's ladyDontcha know it's 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch pleaseRaise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of theseAt ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, full breezeAnd I'll beRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Later on that dayMy homey Dr. DreHe came by with a gang of TanquerayAnd a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made mechokeit ain't no jokeI had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin downDontcha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up nowBut there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppinDr. Dre got some bitches from the city of ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on topCause when I bust my nut, You know I'm raisin to pop a copBut don't get upset girl, that's just how it goesI don't love you hoes, That's why I'm out the do'And I'll beRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Beeotch.Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLyrics seem to be correct but string cheese incident sings thiscover,not phish.Actually, it's the Gourds, not Phish OR String Cheese Incident,whoever they are.