[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\n
\n[Verse 1: Ludacris]
\nMaaan, I tell a ho to go to sleep (go to sleep)
\nThey turn around and frown, gotta make them six feet deep
\nCause we knock them unconscious with that nonsense
\nRead in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
\nThen about where your time spent
\nMess around get your guys hit; a-ten hut
\nI send Three Six -- oh shee-ot, nigga what?
\nIf you're tired, you're tired; if you snooze, you lose
\nBut'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal your wounds
\n
\n[Verse 2: I-20]
\nNigga, I got shotties and semis -- I love 'dro and Henny, dealer!
\nAll brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
\nI got QP's and halves - if we beefin', I blast
\nYou sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip
\nI had this ho who talked too much; I had to off the bitch
\n2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean
\nCause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
\nAnd all you faggot motherfuckers gotta know the routine, so
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\n[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\n
\n[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
\nBitch it's me again, kickin' in your fucking doors
\nI look for dividends - I ain't looking for you hoes
\nYour bitch can't comprehend; let me put one in your, bro
\nLet me put one in you, bro, so you niggas can go to sleep
\nSo, lay down bitch; give me all that you dreamed for
\nGimme me fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
\nIt don't mean a thing, boy; for me to gon' swing, boy
\nThem god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boy?
\n
\n[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
\nNow if you warring and running from the Three Six niggas
\nThis forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
\nOr busting massive rounds from SK
\nMy last trip to A-T-L I fucked your cascade
\nI'm stripping bitches and I'mma baller fucker with a limp
\nThey call me infer-stripper, sexy, red ho's pimp
\nAnd quick to sink her on the nigga cause this what it's about
\nWe rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fucking mouth
\nWe Memphis niggas
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\n[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\n
\n[Verse 5: Juicy J]
\nNorth, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
\nNigga we be smokin' life; never Ch-Ch-Charlie Brown
\nMemphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
\nHooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
\nPlayas wild, throwing 'bows, telling chickens, "Fuck you ho!"
\nNigga rollin' optimo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
\nMan, this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
\nJuicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found
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\n[Verse 6: Fate Wilson]
\nBetter use common sense, checkin me off a bitch I can still fuck
\nEnd up get'n hisself and his clique wet up by tongue licks behind handcuffin a slut
\nLook, Im from G-row What, Southside niggas throw it up when its time to get buck
\nNiggas in the back of the club posted up, waitin for a nigga thats new so they can tuck
\nAss in, ain't no askin, its no tolerance on bitch pro-tect-in'
\nShe wit me comments will only get you placed eternally restin'
\nSo abide by the code of the streets, If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
\nCuz Lil' Fate’ll creep in ya home while ya gone have you comin back findin nut on ya sheets
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\n[Chorus: Ludacris, I-20, DJ Paul & Juicy J]
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nGo to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)
\nIf you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!)\n\n
