| 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
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