Lay Low

And one of my, what? Two, ain't it? Hey, hey Snoop, what up? This your nigga Dre. Hey man, I was thinking, I ain't said on Your whole mother... album. So check it out, put this on there. All you mother... haters out there can suck my Mother... And we still smokin', what? For the... Who be talkin' loud and holdin' his... Talkin'... He better lay low For the... that shot some... up out of my... Now she's sick She better lay low For the... 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 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 I'm here to bang that gangsta... To the apocalypse We call it stress, some of Y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, It 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 a word I flip faster than Birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge From the smoke and Go loco, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst From the LBC Smash mother... Thinkin' they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre Give a... about what y'all say From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N. W. A, A, A Alright, it was no surprise, I always knew These fools would trip Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine and on the down Low talk 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, I'm layin' low Laid out on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do This, let me know That's what I came for Where that... who be talkin'... He don't come around no more because I... His I made him suck my... While I was squeezin' the And I hit it From the back, gripped tight on them hips He Tried to make me... when I was tryin' to Take her home Dropped you off and seen you Fishin' on your raggedy bro Up you in the Dome, little... And don't sag too hard, you show everybody you Thong Booyaka, booyaka, we bring it straight to you From twenty-twos to Lugers, the... That shoot through you Who you mother... Think the Top Dogg bang with? The same clique he came with and made the Game flip Now... Grow their hair ho, they stay and act hard Best even know your CEO talk... Get slapped hard The backyard is where we get Our scrap on The black car drive-by that you Get capped on What's up, pimpin'? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, This ain't nothin' but loot They call me Jack Kemp for all the bread I got Or they Call me Bill Clinton for all that... I got keep shit realer 'cause I'm all about My scrilla The ladies love me 'cause I'm a Million dollar hitter It's No Limit 'til I D-I-E C-P-3 or Bridge McAllister where I be For the... Who be talkin' loud and holdin' his... Talkin'... He better lay low For the... That I shot some... up out of my... Now she's sick She better lay low For the... 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