| We doin this shit once again for all you fake ass niggas
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| Lay the fuck down bitch
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| He’s got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
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| Who’s that nigga there it’s Thorough bitch
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| So don’t you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
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| Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
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| With wicked shit slick and swift
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| As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
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| To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation
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| That is cat
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| You don’t know how it’s comin cause you don’t where it’s at
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| A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
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| We all get paid, you’ll get sprayed, so buster behave
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| My flavor’s deep, please peep, I ain’t soft
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| I represent at all cost and always got my nina ross
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| So eeease back cause you marks can’t hang with me
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| I got to much game in me, killin ain’t no thang to me
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| Give a nut check, and I see your water breaks
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| And I say that to say you’re a BITCH and you ain’t got what it takes
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| To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
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| Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain’t lackin
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| With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don’t clown
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| Bitches we ain’t playin you hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| It’s Sunday morning, I’m stil yawnin from the night before
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| So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
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| OH NO!!! |
| Who is this ho in the bed with me?
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| I remember the pussy but I don’t remember her name G
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| Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that ho
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| In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
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| Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
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| Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
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| Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that ho come on let’s go
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| First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
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| Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
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| But at the same time on my dick, thick
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| Beat a bitch quick I’m sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
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| I’m a killa on them sticks, aggravated hallucinatin
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| Tryin to let go of my frustration
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| But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
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| I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don’t really matter
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| Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
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| To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
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| And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Lay it down, lay it down
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| You hoes lay it down
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| Here comes the one that says fire up the fry
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| And get high, and get a head rush
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| The number one gangsta you can’t touch or bust
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| So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
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| You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
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| Cause nigga if you miss me I’mma have to draw my gat
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| And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
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| I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
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| Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
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| My moms was a trick ho I had nowhere to stay
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| And nigga that’s fucked all my homies are loners
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| I’ve been homeless for ten years so I’m known on corners
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| With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
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| Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is peelin slugs
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| A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
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| Victim of Sunny Side from shit that my momma did
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| These dope beats comin up, I’m servin those clucker bitches
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| My beeper still goin off, I’m thinkin of addin riches
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| Fuck dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on
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| Been trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long
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| It’s on! |
| It’s on!
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| Thirty busters in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
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| Claimin to be that bitch’s family but they look like thirty tricks
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| Talkin about why did I meet that ho, fuck the ho
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| Charge the ho, break the ho, house the ho
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| Busta that’s how this pimpin' go
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| Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
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| Only reason you mad cause you sister couldn’t pussy whip
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| A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
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| Money off your sister and your lady, nigga I ain’t tradin
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| Why don’t you niggas understand I’m the pimp she’s the ho
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| Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
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| Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
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| Make it fast, get yo head swole bringin me checks
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| Bitch bring me cash, drop yo panties, to let you start
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| To open your mouth, slurp and slob
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| On this dick you, he’s the trick you’s a bitch, do ya job
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| When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
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| Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money ho
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| Don’t you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
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| Oh shit, look out bitch, duck a fist, catch a plank
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| Yeah ho now you know, I’m a pimp
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| And I’mma clown all upside yo headeah bitch, I’mma lay it down |