Biografía:
The Gourds, an American alternative country band, formed in Austin, Texas in 1994.
Evolving, in part, from the Picket Line Coyotes and the Grackles, the Gourds original line-up consists of Kevin Russell (vocals, guitar, mandolin), Jimmy Smith (vocals, bass, guitar), Claude Bernard (accordion, guitar, vocals), and Charlie Llewellin (drums, percussion). Llewellin was replaced by current drummer Keith Langford shortly after the second album was recorded
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Two Chords. Lots of lyrics.
[Intro]
A - D (2x)
[Verse 1]
A D
With so much drama in L-B-C
A D
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
A D
But I, I somehow, some way
A D
Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
A D
And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's
A D
and, make a few friends as I breeze through
A D
Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin'
A D
Cause my momma ain't ho-ome
A D
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
A D
and they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' so
A D
what you wanna do
A D
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
A D
So turn off the lights and close the doors
A D
But, but what, we don't love them whores
A D
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
A D
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
And I'll be
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
[Instrumental]
(Double Time)
A - D (4x)
[Verse 2]
A D
I got me some Seagram's gin
A D
Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in
A D
You know, this type of shit happens all the time
A D
You gotta get yours before I get mine
A D
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
A D
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
A D
But, a who, who hears the words that I speak
A D
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
A D
I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie
A D
You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady
A D
Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
A D
Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease
A D
as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
[Solo]
(lay back)
[Verse 3]
A D
So Later on that day
A D
My homey Dr. Dre
A D
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
A D
And a fat ass J,
A D
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke
A D
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it,
A D
Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know
A D
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now
A D
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin'
A D
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
A D
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
A D
Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm ragin to pop a cop
A D
But Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
A D
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door
And I'll be
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
[Intro]
A - D (2x)
[Verse 1]
A D
With so much drama in L-B-C
A D
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
A D
But I, I somehow, some way
A D
Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
A D
And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's
A D
and, make a few friends as I breeze through
A D
Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin'
A D
Cause my momma ain't ho-ome
A D
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
A D
and they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' so
A D
what you wanna do
A D
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
A D
So turn off the lights and close the doors
A D
But, but what, we don't love them whores
A D
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
A D
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
And I'll be
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
[Instrumental]
(Double Time)
A - D (4x)
[Verse 2]
A D
I got me some Seagram's gin
A D
Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in
A D
You know, this type of shit happens all the time
A D
You gotta get yours before I get mine
A D
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
A D
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
A D
But, a who, who hears the words that I speak
A D
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
A D
I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie
A D
You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady
A D
Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
A D
Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease
A D
as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
[Solo]
(lay back)
[Verse 3]
A D
So Later on that day
A D
My homey Dr. Dre
A D
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
A D
And a fat ass J,
A D
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke
A D
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it,
A D
Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know
A D
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now
A D
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin'
A D
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
A D
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
A D
Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm ragin to pop a cop
A D
But Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
A D
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door
And I'll be
[Chorus]
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
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