Butch Ca**idy - Lay Low lyrics

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Butch Ca**idy - Lay Low lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n, this big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherf**ing beep If this one of my hoes, two-way me [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup, this your n***a Dre Ay man I was thinking I ain't said sh** on your whole motherf**ing album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherf**ing haters out there, can s** my motherf**ing dick! And we still smoking, what?! [Hook: Nate Dogg] For the n***a who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking sh** He better lay low For the b**h that said I shot some sh** up out of my dick, now she sick She better lay low For the n***as who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang, better lay low I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking And I won't do a thing, really hope so [Snoop Dogg] Lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rolling deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a b**h I'm here to bang that gangsta sh** to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stopping this Whatever the case, I ain't trying 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**ers thinking they gonna smash on me Snoop and Dre give a f** about what y'all say From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A [Butch Ca**idy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hating, faking, scheming on mine And on the down low talkin sh** 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] Where that n***a who be talking sh** He don't come around no more because I f**ed his b**h I made her s** my dick, while I was squeezing the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home Dropped her off and seen you fishing on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you in your dome (you little f*g) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the sh** that shoot through ya Who you motherf**ers think the Top Dogg bang with The same clique he came with and made the game flip Now n***as grow they hair, hope they staying act hard That's even tho' your CEO talk sh** get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Wha**up pimping, it's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot They call me Jed Clampett 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 [Hook]