Lay Low

Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n, this big Snoop Dogg
 Leave your name and your number at the motherfucking beep
 If this one of my hoes, two-way me
 Ay ay Snoop whattup, this your nigga Dre
 Ay man I was thinking I ain't said shit on your whole motherfucking album
 So check it out, put this on there:
 All you motherfucking haters out there, can suck my motherfucking dick!
 And we still smoking, what?!
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 For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit
 He better lay low
 For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick
 She better lay low
 For the niggas 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
 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 bitch
 I'm here to bang that gangsta shit 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 motherfuckers thinking they gonna smash on me
 Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
 From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A
 Our rise, it was no surprise
 I always knew these fools would trip
 Hating, faking, scheming on mine
 And on the down low talkin shit
 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'
 Where that nigga who be talking shit
 He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
 I made her suck 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 and the dog (you little fag)
 And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
 Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
 From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
 Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with
 The same clique he came with and made the game flip
 Now niggas grow they hair, hope they staying act hard
 That's even tho' your CEO talk shit get slapped hard
 The backyard is where we get our scrap on
 The black car drive by then you get capped on
 Whassup 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
 For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit
 He better lay low
 For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick
 She better lay low
 For the niggas 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