The Game - Children's Story lyrics

[Intro:] Uncle Chucky, Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please? Alright... You kids get to bed I'll get the story book... Here we go... [Game] Slam the impala door hopped out what do you see Some n***as hangin' on the fence lookin' at me I had phat red laces in my Adidas Big chain around my neck like mardi gra** So I stepped up to them is there a problem here? One n***a lifts his shirt then he 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 sh** 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 n***a walks in, then here comes two "what did you do?" I shot! Are you crazy fool? One n***a 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 pa**es, 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, its a stolen whip And I'm already runnin' from the cops and sh** So I hopped out the car like the Dukes of Hazzard Then clyde yells out "you stupid ba*tard" Start runnin though traffic and I almost get hit I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, sh** I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on Walked straight into some n***as 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 a** 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 Here the cops come, sh**, so I dash behind a honda And look who's here my baby momma's friend Rhonda In the car kissin on this dope dealer, Chris Little did he know he was s**in 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 why 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 in 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 b**h into a polo rack Said sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back door Then I kicked the sh** open, you won't believe who I saw Its the n***a chris in handcuffs, pointin at me And the cops made him chase me before they let him 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 bigg 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 Just 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 my door it's my girl playin...