Intro:
We doin this sh** once again for all you fake a** n***as
Lay the f** down b**h
Chorus:
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Verse One: 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 nina ross
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 your water breaks
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: repeat 2X
Verse Two: 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 ho 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 ho
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 ho 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, aggravated 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: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Crime Boss
Here comes the one that says fire up the fire, and get high, and get a head rush
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'mma 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 ho I had nowhere to stay
And n***a that's f**ed all my homies are loners
I've been homeless 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 peelin 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
f** dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on
Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**in long
IT'S ON..IT'S ON!!!
Verse Four: MJG
Thirty busters in yard talkin sh** bout a b**h
Claimin to be that b**h's family but they look like thirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that ho, f** the ho
Charge the ho, break the ho, house the ho, bust it 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***as understand I'm the pimp she's the ho
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 swole 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 ho
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 ho now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'mma clown all upside yo head
Yeah b**h, I'mma lay it down