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Snoop Dogg - G Bedtime Stories lyrics
Uncle Snoop Dogg.) 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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