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| Snoop Dogg - Lay Low Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg, Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep, If dis one of my hoes, two-way me, Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre, Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album, So check it out, put this on there, All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick, And we still smokin, what! (Chorus) 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 niggaz who be claimin my hood, and really ain't from my gang, better lay low, I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin, and I won't do a thing, really hope so, Hmm, 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 L.B.C. 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, Our rise, it was no surprise, I always knew these fools would trip, Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine, And 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 floor, I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know, That's what I came fo', 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 Brougham, Coulda thumped you and the dog, (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong, Booyaka booyaka, 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 with? The same click he came with and made the game flip, Now niggaz 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, Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop, With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin 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) |
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