Chorus:
(Nate Dogg)
For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claimin' my 'hood
An' really ain't from my gang
Better lay low
I hope he don't be thinkin' I'm just talkin' an' I won't do a thing
Really hope so
Verse 1:
(Snoop Dogg)
Lay low
Nobody move until I say so
Limo tint
Rollin' deep like the President
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this
Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip faster than birds
Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc
You shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst from the LBC
Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From the World's Most Dangerous Group: N.W.A
Ay-ay
(Butch Cassidy)
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine
An' on the down low talkin' shit
Best move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news
I ain't for games
So if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the flo'
I'm in a rage
So if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'
Verse 2:
(Goldie Loc)
Where that nigga who be talkin' shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin' to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin' on your raggedy ?
Coulda thumped you and the dog, you little fag
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
(Tray Dee)
Boo-yaka, boo-yaka
We bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang wit?
The same clique he came wit and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair
Hope they stayin', act hard
That's even tho' yo CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
(Master P)
What's up pimpin'?
It's P and Snoop
Wit Dre on the beat, this ain't nuthin' but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
Chorus