Lyrics:
Laid back n' low key
You an me on that white powdered beach
Side by side with the sand and the sea
Laid back n' low key.
Gentle roar of a wave
Announcer: Hello my friends, J.D, and we're back to more Alan Jackson live from Nashville.
Alan: We're going to put a little more flovor on this one.
the bitches dance N.W.A is back now let me see your
Mothafucken hands
Now-dey ("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in
and ryhmin
I'm steady comin through, I'm laid back I'm still reclinin
I'm fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours
And watch that
to 2pac, and that Tyson
Im dressin nice
Im steady wreckin and ryhmin
Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin
Im fuckin these hoes, they
go... blam
So kick back and watch the bitches dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands
I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
on me
I'm still the same homie
Only thing that changed got some chains on me
I still remain low key
Nowadays they wanna break on me
And she put the pain
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
You're the only passenger for me when I ride
Leaning in my whip, everything LiTT. Issues on the highway, but I ain't sweating it
Top down, laid back
me thugs dem
Mean wild and naughty
Me kool and me laid back
Boy try me
And he chest get tear back
Das a opp
so me never fear dat
Me n kosi
banging from
a fool)
[Verse One]
I'm a West coast rider, California rider
I'll put that on my riders, I'ma keep it rider
And keep it low key, to smash on these
won't run it back
Cozy wit the flips I'm an acrobat
The green come wit pink
Cosmo n Wanda
The green gotta stink
I grew it in Wakanda
Block super hot
keep it low key
Like a 2-1-OG
Already
OG(Otaku Gang) Too deep
Off road like 4x4 jeeps
Yo swag like yo talk
Ignorant loud and cheap
Everybody got gucci
Memoirs and metaphors (let em fall)
I write em' down n press record
And I, bet you wonder what I do this for
So much energy expended on eulogies, our
highs and lows
Slow dancing with the devil
Switch the tempo to Zydeco
Just to slide him though
Frequently conflicted By factors out my control
Think God
a better way
Navient
That's a problem
24/7
365 man I'm industry
Just like opossum
Chasin a mill
Moving low key
Handle business
Myself
Everyday
I'm in the yo
of lows
Yeah
I'm insane
I take pills to the brain
To try n' numb my pain
I'm so fucking ashamed
But i can't be blamed
I'm mentally drained
Feels like I'm
move somethin' like a boss
Cool nigga wipe me off
And you could too since a lil' nigga asked the part
Back then in Kimberly Homes where I lived
I was
to quit pimping, but I'm back
Respect
we can win
Yeah a homie fell off, but I bounced back again
N
smoking
weed,& sipping
Henn
Im just talking
how I'm
ain’t real
I cant feel
I’m quiet I’m keeping it low key
Switch up on me like Loki
Switch up the beat Aoki
So cold Ima freeze like Sochi
Matrix
State this
low key, bitch, lits on the spliff
Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise
Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized
Y'all recognize
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
the yard
A rat nigga cannot (no), if he a chomo, he cannot (no)
Don't get into politics, move like a king, I'm too laid back
Some niggas' paperwork be
streets I keep it donkey
Lil rhymes low key
All in these streets
Everyday homeboy man I ball like a G
You ain't really even gotta speak to me homeboy
Cause
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