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