| uncle chucky!
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| would you read us a bed time story please ha please?
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| alright! | 
| you kids get to bed and ill get the storybook!
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| yall thuged in? | 
| (yes)
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| here we go!!!
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| slammed the impala door, hoped out what do ya see?
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| some niggas on the fends looking at me
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| I had fat red laces in my adidas
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| big chain around my neck like mardi gras
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| so I steped up to em, is there a problem here?
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| 1 nigga lift up his shirt, and yells out; | 
| yeh
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| so I turned around quickly and I jumped in my car!
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| I was about 2 hit the switch, then I thought like; | 
| nah
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| so I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit!
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| it was a chroom 45, with the comfort grip!
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| stuffed it inside my dicky"s, as i jumped out the car
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| keeped my hand on the trigger, as i walked to the store.
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| 1 nigga walks in and here comes 2!
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| i shot! | 
| are you creazy fool?
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| one nigga hit the ground, and the other 2 scramed!
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| now the cops are outside!
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| well i"ll be damned!
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| it was 7.15 on my rolex watch,
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| and i cant do the time that my rolex got.
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| and like the hands on the clock, i went this way that way,
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| ran around the corner, and thats where i trew my gat away
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| an impala passes; | 
| its my homeboy clyde!
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| he gave me the hand signal, so i jumped in his ride!
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| it was a clean 64, original inside, with no key in the ignition
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| where did you get this clyde?
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| never mind, im out, its a stolen whip
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| and im already running from the cops and shit!
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| so i hopped out the car like the DUKE"S OF HASSARD!
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| then clyde yells out; | 
| (you stupid basterd)
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| starded running tru traffic, and i almost got hit!
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| i lost 1 of my shoes, its my airforce! | 
| shit!
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| im hoppin down the street with one shoe on
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| walked straight in to some niggas with all blue on!
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| i only ran 30 blocks, how i end up in long beach
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| couse in california the gangs and army"s
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| he see my red string, so he pungedly cought me, then i knocked his ass out,
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| and took this boy out his barkleys!
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| i aint seen these sinds 92
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| im feeling like a bad boy without the shiny suit
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| here the cops come (shit)!
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| so i dashed behind a honda
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| and look who"s here;
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| my baby moma, spraying rhonda!
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| in the car kissing, with this dope dealer chris, while little did he know,
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| he was sucking my dick!
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| i starded banging on the window
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| i dont mean to disterp
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| but chris can you drop me of downtown on 3th?
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| he said; | 
| whell sure, whatup game hop in!
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| he was bangin slick rick, then i got an idea!
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| before we get to 3th drop me of right here!
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| so i can walk inside the mall, and got some new gear
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| as i walked in the store, they could see i was in a rush
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| so they brought me some jeans, a t shirt, some fresh chucks!
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| walked out the store, looked left ooh no!
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| ran back in the store, here comes the 5−0
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| so i ran real quick, made a move to the back
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| cold knocked this cute bitch in to a polo rack!
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| jumped over her, and fled to the backdoor
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| kicked the shit open, you won"t believe who i saw!
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| its that nigga chris in handcuffs, pointing at me!
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| and the cops made chase, before they let chris free
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| one cop tryed to grab me, and the other one missed
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| i got away one more time, and they both got pissed
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| full speed out the mall spotted this blue coupe
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| doggpound on the plates
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| that gots to be SNOOP!
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| so i ran up on the car, wen i say;
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| yoh SNOOP!
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| the cops got me on the run, need a ride nephew
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| hell yer big snoop little homie hop in
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| dropped me of in
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| compton
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| and thats were my story ends
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| now this aint funny, so dont you dare laugh
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| just a nother story about the wrong path
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| had a long day, so i re climbed my seat
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| it was a twenty minute ride to the
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| CPT
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| walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key
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| opened the door, its my girl playing
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| BIZ MARKIE!
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| end |