Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go 2 Sleep, artist - Ludacris. Album song Word Of Mouf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Go 2 Sleep |
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep |
IF YOU’RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep |
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) |
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep |
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense |
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent |
Then about where your time spent |
Mess around get your guys hit; |
a ten HUUUT! |
I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT? |
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose |
But’chu you won’t wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would |
Nigga I got shotty’s and semi’s — I love 'dro and Henne'? |
All brown and skinny, but I’ve fucked up so many |
I got QP’s and halves — if we beefin' I blast |
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tit (Titi boi), I’m off the rip |
I had this hoe who talked too much; |
I had to off the bitch |
2−0, Mr. Crayola; |
niggas know what I mean |
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green |
And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine |
Bitch it’s me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors |
I look for div-idends — I ain’t lookin' for you hoes |
You bitch can’t com-prehend; |
let me put one in ya bro |
Let me put one in ya bro, so you niggas can go to sleep |
So, lay down bitch; |
gimme all that you dreamed for |
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi |
It don’t mean a thing, boi, for me that ain’t gon' swing, boi |
Them god damn toys; |
do you know what I mean, boi? |
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas |
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga |
Or bustin' massive 'round some S. K |
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade |
I’m strippin' bitches and I’ma ball fucker with a limp |
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe’s pimp |
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it’s 'bout |
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth |
We Memphis niggas |
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound |
Nigga we be smokin' lite; |
never Cha Cha Charlie Brown |
Memphis niggas in this bitch; |
pockets full, ya know we bail |
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L |
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, «Fuck you hoe!» |
Niggas rollin' Optimo, snortin' that white shit up they nose |
Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around |
Juicy J be high as fuck; |
catch me in the lost and found |
Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for |
And up, get yaself in this clique |
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut |
Look, I’m from Gittero what? |
Southside niggas throw it up when it’s time to get buck |
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up |
Waitin' for a nigga that’s new to make it up |
As in, ain’t no askin'; |
it’s no tolerance as long bitch check in |
She wit' me, comments will only get’chu basically eternally resting |
So abide by the code of the streets |
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash |
Cuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone |
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets |