歌曲 | G Bedtime Stories |
歌手 | Snoop Dogg |
专辑 | The Best Of Snoop Dogg |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : BROADUS, CALVIN/WOMACK, CECIL | |
(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 | |
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack | |
I brought the curl back and the golf hat | |
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps | |
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks | |
I brought snaps to the game nigga | |
Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga | |
S-N double O-P fa sho | |
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow | |
Oh once upon a time in the LBC | |
There lived a OG from the DPG | |
And all the little kids looked up to him | |
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him | |
But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel | |
And all they hated on him because he was way to real | |
I don't know why but he's just so fly | |
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |
zuo ci : BROADUS, CALVIN WOMACK, CECIL | |
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 | |
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack | |
I brought the curl back and the golf hat | |
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps | |
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks | |
I brought snaps to the game nigga | |
Raps to the game nigga, I' m that big rap name nigga | |
SN double OP fa sho | |
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow | |
Oh once upon a time in the LBC | |
There lived a OG from the DPG | |
And all the little kids looked up to him | |
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him | |
But couldn' t do nothing to him cause he' s like stainless steel | |
And all they hated on him because he was way to real | |
I don' t know why but he' s just so fly | |
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |
zuò cí : BROADUS, CALVIN WOMACK, CECIL | |
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 | |
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack | |
I brought the curl back and the golf hat | |
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps | |
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks | |
I brought snaps to the game nigga | |
Raps to the game nigga, I' m that big rap name nigga | |
SN double OP fa sho | |
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow | |
Oh once upon a time in the LBC | |
There lived a OG from the DPG | |
And all the little kids looked up to him | |
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him | |
But couldn' t do nothing to him cause he' s like stainless steel | |
And all they hated on him because he was way to real | |
I don' t know why but he' s just so fly | |
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |