For the who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he 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 ain't my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be I'm just talking And I won't do a thing, hope so!
Lay low, nobody move I say so Limo tint rolling deep like the See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch) I'm here to bang gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of call it chocolate Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it Lay low, big dope, and slang records but well heard, do not disturb The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the from the L.B.C. motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.
Our rise, it was no I always knew these fools trip Hating, faking, scheming on And on the low talking shit Best move 'cause I to lose No matter which damn road I So lay low you might be bruised Top on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you play 'em lay low Lay on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we do this let me know what I came fo'
Where nigga who be talking shit? He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her my dick, while I was squeezing the tits I hit it from the back, gripped tight 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 you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show your thong
We bring it to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot ya Who you motherfuckers the top dogg bang with? The same click he with and made the game flip Now niggas grow hair, hope they staying act hard That's tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is we get our scrap on The black car drive by you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got But they call me Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all my scrilla The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million hitta It's, no limit til I C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's I be
For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick shit, he better 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 claiming my And really from my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be I'm just talking And I do a thing, really hope so!