The Game - Childrens Story Lyrics
Uncle chuckyWill you read us a bedtime story please huh pleaseAlrightYou kids get to bed ill get the story bookHeeeeereeeee weeee goSlam the impala door and want do ya seeSome niggas hangin on the fence lookin at meI had phat red laces in my addidasBig chain around my neck like mardi grassSo I stepped up to them (?) far from hereOne nigga lifts his shirt then yells out "yeah"So I turned around quickly and jumped in my carI was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh"So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shitIt was a chrome four five with the kung fu gripStuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the carKept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the starOne 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 scrammedNow the cops are outsideWell ill be damnedIt was 7:15 on my rolex watchAnd I cant do the time that my rolex gotAnd like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta wayRan around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat awayAnd impala passes, its my homeboy clydeHe gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his rideIt was a clean six fo, orignal insideWith no key in the ignitionWhered you get this clyde?Nevermind, I'm out, its a stolen whipAnd I'm already runnin from the cops and shitSo I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazardThen clyde yells out "you stupid bastard"So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost get hitI lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shitI'm haulin down the street with one shoe onWalked straight into some niggas with all blue onI only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long beachCause in california the gangs in arms reachHe seen my red strings so he punched and caught meSo I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his barklysI ain't seen these since 92'I'm feelin like a bad boy without the shiny suitHere the cops come, shit, so I hide behind a honda(?)In the car kissin (?)Little did he know he was suckin my dickI start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturbBut chris can you drop me off downtown, on thirdHe said sure, waddup game hop inHe was bangin slick rick then I got an ideaBefore we get to third drop me off right hereSo I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gearAs I walked into the store they could see I was in a rushSo they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucksWalked out the store, looked left, oh noRan back in the store, here comes the 5-0So I ran real quick, made a move to the backAnd knocked a cute ***** into a polo rackSaid sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back doorThen I kicked the shit open, you wont believe who I sawIts chris in handcuffs, pointin at meAnd the cops made him chase me before they let him freeOne cop tried to grab me, and the other one missedI got away with more time, and they both got pissedRan straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be snoopSo I ran up the car and said yo snoopThe cops got me on the run need a ride (?)Hell yeah bigg snoop, little homie hop inHe dropped me off in compton, that's when my story endsNow this ain't funny so don't you dare laughThis another story about the wrong pathI had a big day, so I reclined my seatIt was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.TWalked straight up to my house, pulled out my keyIts my girl playin (?)
