Lyrics:
the same old bitch
Like their game be sick, fuck that
See me switch
Lay down slow, girl relax, you're now rocking with a pro
Stimulation succeeds, know my
teens
Toast the scenes for the hoes to scream
Mostly seen by the avoiding get down
Here when Luciani ‘hind me behind Pataki
Busting shots with Giuliani
to weighing weight
Debating on waiting or taking
Garbage until your straight (thats right)
Hold your breath for me
Lay you down on a stretcher seat
When I'm
Lookin' up to God like please don't let
'em find that K in there enrolled in school
I'm like I might just be stayin' here
Just get down and lay down, you
your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-mon
Fuck a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit
Pop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpets
I
Your pockets' slim pickings
Lay him out like grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hitting like a champion
Eating scampi with
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
full of niggaz live that wild life
picture a untamed guerilla with a K(AK) he nothing nice
so you know you get in his way, you lose your life
so
I let it be known from the jump that this was Christ for life
He put me on with this life and since we bangin I got to get my stripes
Lay in
in our future, we clutchin' the dirty pipe right now
Promise that we shootin', no fightin', I'm tryna gun you down (bap, bap)
Let me stop playin',
Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay
Saigon, just blaze
Just out here in the field man
Tryin' to make these ends meet, you know?
Every time you look around
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
{*"Do it again.."*}
{*"Do it again.."*}
[Intro: Sunny]
Whattup baby, it's ya girl Sunny
Hot 97, a.k.a. the Drama Queen, hahaha
Hangin out with
nigga this mine rolling in benz and jags
Nigga take a picture, picture hey fuck is wrong wit ya nigga?
Lil Lay and twista had to diss ya fuck your
wanna Goldie Lookin' Chain reaction
Hussain's ripping it up, Y2K style plus two, innit
Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're the Goldie
down bad, well
Now I'm in my bag now
Bitches are my fans now
Yeah I don't be giving handouts
Make a nigga dance now
Fuck up out my face now
With my
Westside 'til they lay me in the tomb,
Burn City's Fresh Prince, y'all already know it,
From the 3K never been afraid to show it,
Changing up the game, what
snatched
Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cat
By the way, you niggas ain't worth 30K, ain't no point to line you up
And show them niggas
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
trey
No role play just foreplay my entree
I know you feel it when you lay down
Shawty wanna FaceTime
Call 911 you gone chased down aw yea
Roll one up
around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost
Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed
I be a fool with that break them off
Lay it down little
around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost
Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed
I be a fool with that break them off
Lay it down little
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