Snoop Dogg - Lay Low Lyrics

(Snoop Dogg)

Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherf**kin' beep
If dis one of my hoes, two-way me

(*BEEP*)

(Dr. Dre)

Ay ay Snoop whattup This your n**** Dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherf**kin' album

So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherf**kin' haters out there, can suck my motherf**kin' d***

And we still smokin' what

(Chorus: Nate Dogg)

For the n**** who be talkin' loud and holdin' his d***

Talkin' shit, he better LAY LOW
For the b**** that said I shot some shit up out of my d***
Now she sick, she better LAY LOW
For the n****z 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!

(Snoop Dogg)

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 b**** (beitch)
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 motherf**kers thinkin' they gon' smash on me

Snoop and Dre give a f*** 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
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'

(Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz)

Where that n**** who be talkin' shit
He don't come around no more because I fucked his b****
I made her suck my d***, 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

(Tray Deee - Eastsidaz)

Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherf**kers think the Top Dogg bang with
The same click he came with and made the game flip

Now n****z 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)

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
Or 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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