Snoop Dogg - Lay Low (clean Radio Edit) lyrics

[Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the hater who be talkin' loud, runnin' his lip Tryin' to diss He better LAY LOW For the girl who said I broke her off, and then I just split Now she pissed She better LAY LOW For the buster 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**h (Biotch)*} 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 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 mother{*f**ers*} thinkin' they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a {*fu*k*} about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" N.W.A Ay, ay [Break: Butch Ca**idy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin', fakin', schemin' 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 (Lay down on the floor) I'm in a rage So if we gotta do this, let me know (Know) That's what I came for (What I came for) [Goldie Loc] Where that buster who be poppin' his lip (Where he at) He don't come around no more because I plucked his chick I made her tuck, then slip While I was holdin' the grip Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me run, but I was tryin' to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fixin' on your raggedy Brougham Could've thumped you and the dog You little Mark 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 Lugers, the heat that shoot through ya Who you little busters think the Top Dogg bang with The same click he came with and made the game flip Youngsters grow they hair, hope they stayin' act hard That's even though your CEO talk smack, get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whas-whas- What's up, pimpin', it's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothin' but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head that I got I keeps it, realer, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitter It's No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-Tre, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Repeat Chorus]