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Uncle Snoop Dogg, can you give us a bedtime story? Please, please Alright, hand me my backwoods, here we go Just another day in my old neighborhood Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good Time flies by with the boomin' system Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em So I kept shootin' 'til I ran outta shots Then I threw my gun at him and I ran up the block Swang them hoes, bang them hoes 20 minutes later, I changed them clothes For a disguise, east side niggas is back Ain't heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack I came to this party all by myself But I won't leave by myself I got his, hers and your bitch too They all come through, it's sorta like a rendez-vous I'm so true to this shit, never new to this shit Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit Niggas weren't made to break me 'Cause all I just do is shine Toast to the bang bang boogie Cross crates to the drink from moi S to the N, double O, P Won't you put it in the air one time Niggas gonna get real lenny Guaranteed it'll blow your mind Well well, well I watch out Better get them starchild That's the XO bottle Leave shit with the model And this gangsta shit on your Cerato, uh 1 little 2, little 3, little Gs Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees 4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease 7 little, 8 little, 9 little hoes Wanna kick it, I suppose, gettin' tickets to my shows 10 to 11 but a dozen on the rose Gave that bitch to my cousin 'cause he hard on the nose Hey, you know how shit goes, make that bitch strike a pose Triple O to the N so you know that bitch chose So cold, make a nigga freeze, hoes down, nigga, Gs up Niggas weren't made to break me 'Cause all I just do is shine Toast to the bang bang boogie Cross crates to the drink from moi S to the N, double O, P Won't you put it in the air one time Niggas gonna get real lenny Guaranteed it'll blow your mind I did a whole lotta gutta shit But lookin' back at it, young loc, cuz', I'm on some other shit Intellectual, misdirectional Correct yourself so you can avoid correctional facilities Mental stability, validity Everythin' you look at ain't what it appear to be Compellin' you, sellin' you, I'm tellin' you this See poppin' this shit is like knockin' a bitch I'm cold with it, rock roll with it, trick hoes with it Nick Foles with it, get it, I be the backup, second in line See when I get in, you ain't gettin' no more time I'm free as a bird, C is the word, nigga, I did that, nigga Never switchin' up, my nigga, let's get this shit back True to this shit, never new to this shit Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit Niggas weren't made to break me 'Cause all I just do is shine Toast to the bang bang boogie Cross crates to the drink from moi S to the N, double O, P Won't you put it in the air one time Niggas gonna get real lenny Guaranteed it'll blow your mind, well well
Writer(s): Lamar Edwards, Calvin Cordazor Broadus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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