Lyrics:
this alley, get me two more drinks of booze
Because I'm drunk now, mama, and I've got those old rough alley blues
(Stand by, people, if you wants
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a playa lay this way
Or playa game this way
Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't
for yourself ,Why I Lay low in this ghetto
Pray and I stick to my faith, someday am gonna let the world shack, Ooh 2X
S3 wo w) kakra aa boame err
Mi pa
can give holy 2 piece
With a biscuit
YEAH
Fight the good
Fight of faith
Lay hold onto
Eternal life
Whereunto
You are called to profess
A good profession
never thought that my homie would play me
[sample from Gangstarr's Execution Of A Chump (No more mr nice guy pt. 2): 'He was my right man but he betrayed
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
x]
"Last night I lay on a warm feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
By the side of Black Jack David." [2x]
come from, cuz where I come from-from-from-from
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Everybody born by the chalk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay
(Intro)
[Major LOW] Major LOW
[Claymore] Claymore
Let's go
(Verse 1: Major L.O.W)
We still sing in them fields on the frontlines
Better head for
religions to
Blow all of this dough
Dopamine fiend so low when it goes
Hold onto this moment
Pinnacle peak comedown implodes
When it unfolds will you stay by
the city of halos, if you fuck around, then they give you a halo (They give you one)
In the city of halos, you cannot be tweakin', yeah, you gotta lay low
low
Cause tonight, tonight, We're about to set it off
Verse 1
1) Champagne dreaming while we tryna make it last
2) Run a bubble bath make a splash
3)
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
locked up my folks
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle
We won't be able to ride out 'til two thousand fo'
But not for long 'cause we got a better
gotta be tiring
Pedro, Pedro, man's been killin' it in A-Roll, we're comin' in by the caseload, too hot now I can't lay low
Pedro, they know, can't get
lay low, blow notes on yoyo,
Live like potatoes, but me, I'll grow my say-so
Bread, dough, quest
I'm getting pesos
Like Jeffrey Bezos, yeah
Penny by
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
Up and down we go
Let me do ya
Down to the valley where the juices flow
You can lay down by my side
Let me do ya
Let me take your body for a ride
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
getting mula by day
Everything looking right
Keep a couple broads
Where we lay
Matsaga wanna start a fight
We be slamming 'em lik 2K
Pushin' on screaming Ye
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
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