For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick Talking shit, he lay low For the bitch that said I shot some up out of my dick Now she sick, she lay low For the niggas who be my hood And really ain't from my gang, lay low I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking And I won't do a thing, hope so!
Lay low, nobody move I say so Limo tint rolling like the president See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the We it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the top dogg, and no stopping this the case, I ain't trying to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and records Unseen but well heard, do not The only reason you 'cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg emerge the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me Snoop and Dre give a about what y'all say the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A.
Our rise, it was no I always knew these fools trip Hating, faking, scheming on And on the down low talking Best move 'cause I refuse to No matter which road I choose So lay low 'cause you be bruised Top story on the news I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low Lay on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know That's what I fo'
Where that nigga who be talking He don't come around no because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped on them hips She to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy of thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show your thong
We bring it to ya 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the top bang with? The same he came with and made the game flip Now niggas grow they hair, hope staying act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk get slapped hard The backyard is we get our scrap on The black car by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? P and Snoop Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot They call me Jed for all the bread I got But they me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dollar It's, no limit til I C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be
For the nigga who be talking and holding his dick shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she lay low For the niggas who be claiming my And really ain't my gang, better lay low I hope he be thinking I'm just talking And I do a thing, really hope so!