- 8Ball & MJG Lay It Down 歌詞
- 8Ball & MJG
- (Eightball we doin this ************t once again
For you fake ass *******z lay it the ******* down BEYITCH)
[Intro/Chorus:]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
[Verse 1: Thorough]
Hes got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Whos that ******* there its Thorough ************
So dont you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked ************t slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You dont know how its comin cause you dont where its at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
My flavors deep, please peep, I aint soft
I represent at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks cant hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin aint no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say youre a ************, and you aint got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I aint lackin
With my hands on my ************, my click is thick so dont clown
******* we aint playin you hoes lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Eightball]
Its Sunday morning, Im stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the ************ but I dont remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with ******, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on lets go
First I crack up the music then , hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the ******* at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my ********** **, thick
Beat a ************ quick Im sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
Im a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, ******* gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that ************t dont really matter
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of ******* with no ****
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Crime Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you cant touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause ******* if you miss me Im a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat **** fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And ******* thats ****** all my homies are loners
Ive been on this for ten years so Im known on corners
With ******* and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious ****** kid
Victim of?, ************t that my momma did
These **** beats comin up, Im servin those clucker *******
My beeper still goin off, Im thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too mother* ***** long
ITS ON!
[Verse 4: MJG]
Thirty buster in yard talkin ************t bout a ****** ******
Claimin to be that ************s family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, ***** ** the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her ************t and go
Suckers how the ******* you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldnt ************ whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp ******* constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, ******* I aint tradin
Why dont you *******z understand Im the pimp shes the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks ************ bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this ************ you, hes the trick yous a ************, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my mother****** money hoe
Dont you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh ************t, look out ************, dump a ************ catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, Im a pimp, and Im a clown all upside yo head
Yeah ************, Im a lay it down
[Chorus x2]
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