Eightball & MJG - Lay It Down, Pt2 lyrics

[Music plays in bakground] (Eightball we doin this sh** once again For you fake a** n***az lay it the f** down BEYITCH) [Intro/Chorus:] Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down [Verse 1: Thorough] He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown Who's that n***a there it's Thorough b**h So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya With wicked sh** slick and swift As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft I represent at all cost and always got my niner out So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me I got to much game in me, k**in ain't no thang to me Give a nut check, and I see you outta place And I say that to say you're a b*tch, and you ain't got what it takes To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo sk**s, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown b**hes we ain't playin you hoes lay it down [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Eightball] It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me? I remember the p**y but I don't remember her name G Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four Candy coated paint, got the b**hes at the bus stop sick But at the same time on my dick, thick Beat a b**h quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor I'm a k**a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin Tryin to let go of my frustration But some my luck, n***a gonna be a med patient I gotta nine uzi AK, but that sh** don't really matter Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a To splatter the guts of n***a with no nuts And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Crime Boss] Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me Cause n***a if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat And take yo a** way back, cause way back way back in the days I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin d** was my only J My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay And n***a that's f**ed all my homies are loners I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners With b**hes and prostitutes, pimps and k**a thugs Five-oh harra**in me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs A good guy gone bad, devious f**in kid Victim of?, sh** that my momma did These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker b**hes My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on, Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**in long IT'S ON! [Verse 4: MJG] Thirty buster in yard talkin sh** bout a b**h Claimin to be that b**h's family but they look like dirty tricks Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f** the hoe Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her sh** and go s**ers how the f** you think that MJG was gonna slip On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't p**y whip A back breakin, check takin, pimp n***a constantly makin Money off you and your lady, n***a I ain't tradin Why don't you n***az understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go Back on the track shake that a**, make my money Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks b**h bring me cash Drop yo panties, to let you start To open your mouth, slurp and slob On this dick you, he's the trick you's a b**h, do ya job When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**in money hoe Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank Oh sh**, look out b**h, dump a b**h catch a plane Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head Yeah b**h, I'm a lay it down [Chorus x2]