Ludacris - Go To Sleep Lyrics
Go to sleep, hoe to sleep, go to sleep, hoe to sleep
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe to sleep
Maaan, 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 inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!
I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, n**** WHAAAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would
N**** I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've f***ed up so many
I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tit (Titi boi), I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the b****
2-0, Mr. Crayola; n***as know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-muthaf**kas gotta know the routine
B**** it's me again, kickin' in your f**kin' doors
I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You B**** can't com-prehend; let me put one in ya bro
Let me put one in ya bro, so you n***as can Go to sleep
So, lay down b****; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six n****s
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, n****
Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I F***ed yo' cascade
I'm strippin' b****es and I'ma ball f**ker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the n**** 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his f**kin' mouth
We Memphis n****s
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
N**** we be smokin' lite; never Cha Cha Charlie Brown
Memphis n***as in this B****; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my n**** 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "f*** you hoe!"
N***as rollin' Optimo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as f***; catch me in the lost and found
Better use common sense checkin' me out for b**** I can stand for and up, get yaself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside n***as throw it up when it's time to get buck
N***as in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a n**** that's new to make it up
As in, ain't no askin' it's no tolerance as long b**** check in
She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting so abide by the code of the streets
If ya got a b**** better keep her on a leash
Cuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets
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