Lay Low Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Lay Low Lyrics

    [Dr. Dre]
    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: Nate Dogg]
    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!

    [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 bitch (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 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

    [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 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

    [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 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

    [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
    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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