(feat. infamous 2-0, lil' fate, three-6 mafia)
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, nigga whaaat?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would
Nigga i got shotty's and semi's - i love 'dro and henne'?
All brown and skinny, but i've f***d up so many
I got qp's and halves - if we beefin' i blast
You sleepin' i laugh, ask 'cris, 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-muthafuckas gotta know the routine
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your f***' doors
I look for div-idends - i ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; 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 niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round some s. k.
My last trip to a-t-l i f***d yo' cascade
I'm strippin' bitches and i'ma ball f***r 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 f***' mouth
We memphis niggas
North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth
Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya charlie brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to a-t-l
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "***k you hoe! "
Nigga rollin' up the moe, as long that white s***t up they nose
Mayn 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 bitch 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 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 to make it up
A*s in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting
So abide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
? gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets