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"Uncle Chucky? Could you read us a bedtime story please, huh please? " "Alright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the story book. You all tucked in? " "Yes" "Here we go... " Slammed the Impala door, hopped out 'Whadda you see? ' Some niggas hangin' on the fence lookin' at me I had fat red laces in my Adidas Big chain around my neck like Mardi Gras So I stepped up to 'em, 'Is there a problem here? ' One nigga lifts his shirt then he yells out 'Yeah' So I turned around quickly and I jumped in my car I was about to hit the switch then I thought, like 'nah' So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit It was a chrome .45 with the Kung-Fu grip Stuffed it inside my Dickies as I jumped out the car Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked in the store One nigga walks in, then here comes two 'What did you do? ', 'I shot', 'Are you crazy foo'? ' One nigga hit the ground and the other two scrammed Now the cops are outside, well I'll be damned It was 7:15, on my Rolex watch And I can't do the time that my Rolex got And like the hands on the clock Letras de cancionesI went this way that a-way Ran around the corner and that's when I threw my gat away An impala passed, it's my homeboy Clyde He gave me the hand signal so I jumped in his ride It was a clean '64, original inside With no key in the ignition, 'Where'd you get this Clyde? ' Never mind, I'm out it's a stolen whip And I'm already runnin' from the cops and shit So I hopped out the car like the Dukes of Hazzard Then Clyde yells out 'You stupid bastard' Start runnin' through traffic and I almost got hit I lost one of my shoes, it's my Air Force shit! I'm hobblin' down the street with one shoe on Walk straight into some niggas with' all blue on I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in Long Beach? Cause in California, the gangs in arm reach He saw my red strains so he punched and caught me Then I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his sparkly's I ain't seen these since '92 I'm feelin' like a Bad Boy without the shiny suit Here the cops come, shit! So I dashed behind the Honda And look who's here, my baby momma's friend Rhonda In the car kissin' on this dope dealer Cris But little did he know he was suckin' my dick I start bangin' on the window, 'I don't mean to disturb' 'But Cris can you drop me off Downtown on 3rd? ' He said 'Sure, waddup Game hop in' He was bangin' Slick Rick then I got a idea Before we get to 3rd drop me off right here So I can walk inside the mall and cop some more gear As I walked in the store they could see I was in a rush So they bought me some jeans, a t-shirt and some fresh Chucks Walked out the store and looked left, 'Oh no! ' Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0 So I ran real quick, made a move to the back Cold knocked this cute bitch into a polo rack 'Sorry', jumped over her and fled to the back door Then I kicked the shit open, you won't believe who I saw It's the nigga Cris in handcuffs pointin' at me And the cops made chase before they let Cris free One cop tried to grab me and the other one missed I got away with more time and they both got pissed Full speed out the mall, spotted this blue coupe Dogg Pound on the plates, that gotta be Snoop So I ran up to the car and I said 'Yo Snoop, the cops got me on the run' 'Need a ride nephew? ' 'Hell yeah big Snoop' 'Lil homie hop in' 'Drop me off in Compton' And that's where my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh Just another story about the wrong path Had a long day so I reclined my seat It was a 20 minute ride to the CPT Walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key Opened the door, it's my girl playin' Biz Markie Oh you, you got what I neeeeeeeeed From Letras Mania