Go 2 Sleep

Lyrics

[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!) 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!) 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, nigga 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] Nigga, I got shotties and semis -- I love 'dro and Henny, dealer! All brown and skinny, but I've fucked 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 bitch 2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot motherfuckers gotta know the routine, so [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!) 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!) 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!) 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] Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fucking doors I look for dividends - I ain't looking for you hoes Your bitch can't comprehend; let me put one in your, bro Let me put one in you, bro, so you niggas can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; 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 to 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 niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or busting massive rounds from SK My last trip to A-T-L I fucked your cascade I'm stripping bitches and I'mma baller fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red ho's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga cause this what it's about We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fucking mouth We Memphis niggas [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!) 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!) 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!) 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 Nigga we be smokin' life; never Ch-Ch-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, throwing 'bows, telling chickens, "Fuck you ho!" Nigga rollin' optimo, snortin' that white shit up they nose Man, this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found [Verse 6: Fate Wilson] Better use common sense, checkin me off a bitch I can still fuck End up get'n hisself and his clique wet up by tongue licks behind handcuffin a slut Look, Im from G-row What, Southside niggas throw it up when its time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club posted up, waitin for a nigga thats new so they can tuck Ass in, ain't no askin, its no tolerance on bitch 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 bitch 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 [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!) 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!) 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!) 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!)