(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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