Lyrics:
the phone and called the Mobb and 'em
We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow
We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'?
Stepping outside, ain't it real nice
Vision of sky, sun real high
Letting time pass, real slow
Watch as your eyes get low
Sun setting by, waving
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
I’m boutta drive by
Drip out the store
Diamonds wet- waterproof
Bitch disapprove, riding low drop the roof
Put a 4-0 in my drawer
Ice bussdown, clear
didn't make any noise
And it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was
The low spark of high-heeled boys
High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
High-heeled
Brother keep your head low, brother don't look out of the window
Save yourself for yourself, it's the only way you know
I see your curse is cruel,
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
laid back in the cinnamon Range
Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls
You can taste it, my instict's basic
nigga
She wanna dig deeper but shit got fucked up by the way though
How she left a nigga by the way though
Still im getting dough by the day you dont know
I fell in love with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
She took me to her parlor
Cooled me with a fan
Whispered low in her mother's ear
and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cause
pretty good
Hustled up a little dough
But I got drunk and I woke up rolled
A couple of months ago
They got my harp and they got my dollar
Them low
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
Katy's down by the cellar door
Calls for me to go
Back down to the clover
Singing soft and low
Singing soft and low
My little one's mother is
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cause
on the road
Ahh ahh
I'm feeling high
She feeling low
I'm with the guys
She sitting at home
Got zero miles, still on the road
Ahh ahh ahh
Laid back
I can't
How we feel
I had a dream me and King saw Zimmerman (Zimmerman)
We laid low, masks up in a rental van (rental van)
He killed a child, body was
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
You gotta pay
With your heart and soul
We're all laid low by the hand
So get your head up
Get your head up outta the sand
So get your head up
They keep on asking me all the time
How do you stay so fly?
I really don’t know why?
Gotta keep this money by my side
They keep on asking me all
one
We laid them side by side
We laid them down to sleep
But not in hope forlorn
We laid them but to ripen there
Until that glorious morn
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