| Song | G Bedtime Stories |
| Artist | Snoop Dogg |
| Album | The Best Of Snoop Dogg |
| 作词 : BROADUS, CALVIN/WOMACK, CECIL | |
| (Uncle Snoop Dogg.) | |
| Yo' whassup, whassup. | |
| (Could you read us a bedtime story?) | |
| Alright, alright. | |
| Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter. | |
| I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. | |
| Come here, sit on my lap. | |
| (Okay.) | |
| Check it out. | |
| Great scotts, it's hot today | |
| He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest | |
| He fell to the floor with his hands in the air | |
| His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care | |
| Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck | |
| So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck | |
| Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet | |
| Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set | |
| No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots | |
| On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop | |
| You better have a spot up in town my nigga | |
| Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga | |
| Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat | |
| Grease strikes you out with no get back | |
| Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat | |
| And your bitch ain't shit the little homie hit that | |
| Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me | |
| Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me | |
| We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all | |
| Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em | |
| LBC in this muthafucka cuz | |
| I had to show these niggas what time it was | |
| We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns | |
| We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves | |
| Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip | |
| Or better yet, strapped a clip | |
| To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for heater | |
| And put the ride down out of G two seater | |
| You need a nigga like me to get your game like that | |
| Young nigga, you could get a smack for that | |
| I'm that nigga who brought the afro back | |
| And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack | |
| Before I came out niggas was wearing slack | |
| I brought the curl back and the golf hat | |
| The black poker sack and this skandelous raps | |
| The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks | |
| I brought snaps to the game nigga | |
| Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga | |
| S-N double O-P fa sho | |
| I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow | |
| Oh once upon a time in the LBC | |
| There lived a OG from the DPG | |
| And all the little kids looked up to him | |
| All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him | |
| But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel | |
| And all they hated on him because he was way to real | |
| I don't know why but he's just so fly | |
| But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |
| zuò cí : BROADUS, CALVIN WOMACK, CECIL | |
| Uncle Snoop Dogg. | |
| Yo' whassup, whassup. | |
| Could you read us a bedtime story? | |
| Alright, alright. | |
| Ya' ll get my ash tray, get my lighter. | |
| I' m a read ya' ll a gangsta bedtime story. | |
| Come here, sit on my lap. | |
| Okay. | |
| Check it out. | |
| Great scotts, it' s hot today | |
| He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest | |
| He fell to the floor with his hands in the air | |
| His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn' t care | |
| Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck | |
| So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck | |
| Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet | |
| Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set | |
| No stranger to danger ain' t no warning shots | |
| On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop | |
| You better have a spot up in town my nigga | |
| Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga | |
| Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat | |
| Grease strikes you out with no get back | |
| Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat | |
| And your bitch ain' t shit the little homie hit that | |
| Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me | |
| Let' s go get a stick nigga dip with me | |
| We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all | |
| Even if we cool with ' em, fuck ' em let' s go get ' em | |
| LBC in this muthafucka cuz | |
| I had to show these niggas what time it was | |
| We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns | |
| We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves | |
| Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip | |
| Or better yet, strapped a clip | |
| To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for heater | |
| And put the ride down out of G two seater | |
| You need a nigga like me to get your game like that | |
| Young nigga, you could get a smack for that | |
| I' m that nigga who brought the afro back | |
| And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack | |
| Before I came out niggas was wearing slack | |
| I brought the curl back and the golf hat | |
| The black poker sack and this skandelous raps | |
| The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks | |
| I brought snaps to the game nigga | |
| Raps to the game nigga, I' m that big rap name nigga | |
| SN double OP fa sho | |
| I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow | |
| Oh once upon a time in the LBC | |
| There lived a OG from the DPG | |
| And all the little kids looked up to him | |
| All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him | |
| But couldn' t do nothing to him cause he' s like stainless steel | |
| And all they hated on him because he was way to real | |
| I don' t know why but he' s just so fly | |
| But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |