Go 2 Sleep lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Maaan, I tell a ho to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make them six feet deep
Cause we knock them unconscious with that nonsense
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 -- oh shee-ot, n*gga what?
If you're tired, you're tired; if you snooze, you lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal your wounds

[Verse 2: I-20]
n*gga, I got shotties and semis -- I love 'dro and Henny
All brown and skinny, but I've f*cked 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 ho who talked too much; I had to off the b*tch
2-0, Mr. Crayola; n*ggas know what I mean
Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot motherf*ckers gotta know the routine
[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
b*tch it's me again, kickin' in your f*cking doors
I look for dividends - I ain't looking for you hoes
You b*tch can't comprehend; let me put one in your, bro
Let me put one in you, bro, so you n*ggas can go to sleep
So, lay down b*tch; give me all that you dreamed for
Gimme me fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy; for me that ain't gon' swing, boy
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boy?

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
Now if you warring and running from the Three Six n*ggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, n*gga
Or busting massive rounds from SK
My last trip to A-T-L I f*cked your cascade
I'm stripping b*tches and I'mma baller f*cker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red ho's pimp
And quick to sink her on the n*gga cause this what it's about
We rob that trick and stick his di*k off in his f*cking mouth
We Memphis n*ggas
[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
n*gga we be smokin' life; never Ch-Ch-Charlie Brown
Memphis n*ggas in this b*tch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my n*gga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwing 'bows, telling chickens, "f*ck you ho!"
n*gga rollin' optimo, snorth that white sh*t up they nose
Man, this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as f*ck; catch me in the lost and found

[Verse 6: Fate Wilson]
Better use common sense, checkin me off a b*tch I can still f*ck
End up get'n hisself and his clique wet up by tongue licks behind handcuffin a sl*t
b*tch Im from G-row What, Southside n*ggas throw it up when its time to get buck
n*ggas in the back of the club posted up, waitin for a n*gga thats new so they can tuck
Ass in, ain't no askin, its no tolerance on b*tch pro-tect-in'
She wit me comments will only get you placed eternally restin'
So abide by the code of the streets, If you got a b*tch better keep her on a leash
Cuz Lil' Fate’ll creep in ya home while ya gone have you comin back findin nut on ya sheets, Go to sleep

[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
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