Laylow

Lyrics

(Paris)
 Peace - what's happenin' rookie?
 It's been a while since I've been gone - I'm tryin to fall in
 Ain't nothin' new, shit, I keep it mannish
 It's different now then when I was out - let's examine
 What's happenin' junior? What's goin' down?
 How the women actin'? Heard you was crushin' em in the town
 Look good don't they - hell yeah, you shoulda saw
 The ones last week at the mall - hella raw
 And all trying to come up - like video queens
 So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things
 But be careful though, you'll get caught up - know what you doin'
 Fuck around and be a teenage pop - and life is ruined
 How ya mama doin'? She cool? Is that right?
 Seen ya sister last week at the bank - lookin' tight
 Keep your eyes on her - cause niggas, nowadays
 Always looking for some new ones to train - so many wayz
 And I'm amazed - but not amused as such
 We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch
 Another, day go by, another, day's the same
 Another, day of stife, I say a, prayer for change
 But I can't complain, and if I did so what?
 The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up
 I'm still bangin' on these tracks still keep hope for us
 Yeah I'm back, still rough on wax and still bustin'
 (Chorus)
 Everybody gotta do they own thang
 Seem the whole world goin' insane
 Before we see sun it'll be rain
 Lay low, lay low, lay low
 Everybody tryin' to maintain
 Brothers gonna work it out in the end
 'Till we get peace it'll be pain
 And they know, they know, they know
 (Paris)
 What's on ya mind? What, ya homie died?
 Over what, some bull shit? Is that right
 I known him since back in the days - we was tight
 Used to date his older sister back in late '85
 I just wonder why? This shit don't make no sense
 How many gotta die before these niggas convinced
 Death is final every day for my people I'm prayin
 Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by the game
 A motherfuckin' shame... Another life is ruined
 Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless
 See we all confused, damn - but everything is a test
 Don't let ego and emotions be the reason you slip
 Cause though ya boys might all, fall for doin' wrong
 Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin' like the law
 And we don't need no more in the pen or at war
 It's open season every brotha on the street is a target - believe
 (Chrous)
 Everybody gotta do they own thang
 Seem the whole world goin' insane
 Before we see sun it'll be rain
 Lay low, lay low, lay low
 Everybody tryin' to maintain
 Brothers gonna work it out in the end
 'Till we get peace it'll be pain
 And they know, they know, they know
 (Paris)
 Now even though I'm anti-pop, I still rise
 And though it seem it ain't gon' stop - I still rise
 Above this bullshit hip-hop - I still rise
 Supply - wise words disguised in rhyme verse
 I curse - what these niggas is sayin' ain't nothin' real
 Just fairy tales of pimpin' these sistas and making mail
 I see em pose, see the bitchy roles they play
 See these videos is shitty - see the way we portrayed
 See these sellin'out acts that's sellin' out rap
 Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks
 Redefine black manhood - defy the lie we rise up
 Fuck this bullshit - survival or die
 See em thuggin' niggas muggin with that criminal pout
 See em frown in every photo - see that shit in they mouth
 See em tatted lookin' battered chasin' pussy and weed
 They making hookers outtas queens - every video feed
 I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack
 Every record every act has gotcha thinkin' it's black
 To act a fool chasin' pussy like it's hard to get
 I see these crackas think it's cool bein' niggas for chips
 I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends
 If it's down to me and them I'm sendin' flowers to kin
 Ain't nothin' easy in this world - struggle makes the man
 Don't let these motherfuckas do you - understand the plan
 and believe
 (Chorus x2)
 Everybody gotta do they own thang
 Seem the whole world goin? insane
 Before we see sun it'll be rain
 Lay low, we lay low, lay low
 Everybody tryin' to maintain
 Brothers gonna work it out in the end
 'Till we get peace it'll be pain
 And they know, they know, they know

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Duration
04:46
Key
11
Tempo
89 BPM

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