Uncle chucky Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please
Alright You kids get to bed ill get the story book
Heeeeereeeee weeee go
Slam the Impala door and want do ya see Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me I had phat red laces in my Addidas Big chain around my neck like Mar-di Gras So I stepped up to them, "Is there a problem here?" One nigga lifts his shirt then yells out "yeah" So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car I was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh" So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit It was a chrome four-five 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 to the store One nigga walks in, then here comes two "What did you do?" > "I shot" > "Are you crazy fool?" One nigga hit the ground then 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, I went this way, thatta way Ran around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat away And Impala passes, its my homeboy Clyde He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride It was a clean six fo, orignal inside With no key in the ignition > "Where'd you get this Clyde?" Nevermind, 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 hazard Then Clyde yells out, "you stupid bastard!" So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost get hit I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on Walked 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 arms reach He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his Barklys I ain't seen these since '92 I'm feelin like a "Bad Boy" without the shiny suit Hear the cops come, shit, so I dash behind a Honda Look who's here, my baby momma's friend Ronda In the car kissin on this dope deala Chris Little did he know he was suckin my dick I start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturb But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third He said sure, waddup game hop in He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea Before we get to third drop me off right here So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear As I walked into the store they could see I was in a rush So they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucks Walked out the store, 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 And knocked a 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 Its chris in handcuffs, pointin at me And the cops made him chase me before they let Chris free One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed I got away with more time, and they both got pissed Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe 'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be snoop So I ran up the car and said yo snoop The cops got me on the run, "need a ride nephew?" Hell yeah big Snoop, little homie hop in He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh This another story about the wrong path I had a big day, so I reclined my seat It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T Walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key Opened the door, Its my girl playin Biz Markie,
