Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - G Bedtime Stories

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Yo' whassup  whassup.
 (Could you read us a bedtime story?)
 Alright  alright.
 Ya'll get my ash tray  get my lighter.
 I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story.
 Come here  sit on my lap.
 (Okay.)
 Check it out.

 Great scotts  it's hot today
 He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest
 He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
 His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care
 Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck
 So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
 Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
 Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set
 No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots
 On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop
 You better have a spot up in town my nigga
 Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga
 Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
 Grease strikes you out with no get back
 Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat
 And your bitch ain't shit the little homie hit that
 Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
 Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me
 We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all
 Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
 LBC in this muthafucka cuz
 I had to show these niggas what time it was
 We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns
 We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves
 Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip
 Or better yet, strapped a clip
 To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for heater
 And put the ride down out of G two seater
 You need a nigga like me to get your game like that
 Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
 I'm that nigga who brought the afro back
 And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
 Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
 I brought the curl back and the golf hat
 The black poker sack and this skandelous raps
 The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks
 I brought snaps to the game nigga
 Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga
 S-N double O-P fa sho
 I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow
 Oh once upon a time in the LBC
 There lived a OG from the DPG
 And all the little kids looked up to him
 All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him
 But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel
 And all they hated on him because he was way to real
 I don't know why but he's just so fly
 But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight
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Author: Calvin Broadus, Meech Wells

Composer: ?

Publisher: Capitol Records Inc.

Details:

Released in: 2005

Language: English

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