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Go 2 Sleep
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Infamous 2-0
Infamous 2-0
Vocals
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Lil' Fate
Lil' Fate
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Composer
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Composer
Donell Carlton
Donell Carlton
Composer
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Composer
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Composer
A. Wilson
A. Wilson
Composer
Bobby Sandamanie
Bobby Sandamanie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Recording Engineer
Jason staten
Jason staten
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Producer

Lyrics

Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Man, 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 in between that fine print, think about lyrical content Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut! I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal ya wounds Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny I'm 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 Tip, 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-motherfuckers gotta know the routine Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I'm look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in your boo Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy? Now if you warring and runnin' from them three-six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade A strippin' bitches and I'mma mafucker 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 Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth Nigga we be smokin' life, never Ch-ch-charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets swole, 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!" Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they nose Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found Better use common sense, checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck And up, get yourself in this clique Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut Look, I'm from G-row ward 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 so they can tuck Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting So abide by the code of the streets If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash 'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) go to sleep hoe (go to sleep) If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Writer(s): Christopher Brian Bridges, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Shondrae Crawford, Bobby Sandimanie, Arbie Wilson, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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