For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his Talking shit, he lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my Now she sick, she lay low For the niggas who be claiming my 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, really so!
Lay low, nobody move I say so Limo tint rolling deep like the See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and records Unseen but well heard, do not The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't the word I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't I the worst from the L.B.C. Smash thinking they goin' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say From the "world's most group" N.W.A.
Our rise, it was no I always these fools would trip Hating, faking, on mine And on the low talking shit Best move I refuse to lose No which damn road I choose So lay low 'cause you be bruised Top on the evening news I for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know what I came fo'
Where that nigga who be shit? He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch I her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was to take her home you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham Could of thumped you and the dog (you fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody thong
We it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers the top dogg bang with? The same click he came and made the game flip Now niggas grow they hair, hope they staying act That's even tho' yo' CEO shit get slapped hard The backyard is we get our scrap on The car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot They me Jed Clampett 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 love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta It's, no limit til I C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be
For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his shit, he better lay low For the bitch that I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she lay low For the who be claiming my hood And really from my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking And I won't do a thing, really so!