Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay It Down, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song On the Outside Looking In, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Record label: CRF
Song language: English
Lay It Down |
We doin this shit once again for all you fake ass niggas |
Lay the fuck down bitch |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
He’s got his head tilted back on his face is a frown |
Who’s that nigga there it’s Thorough bitch |
So don’t you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher |
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya |
With wicked shit slick and swift |
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents |
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation |
That is cat |
You don’t know how it’s comin cause you don’t where it’s at |
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade |
We all get paid, you’ll get sprayed, so buster behave |
My flavor’s deep, please peep, I ain’t soft |
I represent at all cost and always got my nina ross |
So eeease back cause you marks can’t hang with me |
I got to much game in me, killin ain’t no thang to me |
Give a nut check, and I see your water breaks |
And I say that to say you’re a BITCH and you ain’t got what it takes |
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin |
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain’t lackin |
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don’t clown |
Bitches we ain’t playin you hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
It’s Sunday morning, I’m stil yawnin from the night before |
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke |
OH NO!!! |
Who is this ho in the bed with me? |
I remember the pussy but I don’t remember her name G |
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that ho |
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak |
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell |
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls |
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that ho come on let’s go |
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four |
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick |
But at the same time on my dick, thick |
Beat a bitch quick I’m sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor |
I’m a killa on them sticks, aggravated hallucinatin |
Tryin to let go of my frustration |
But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient |
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don’t really matter |
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a |
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts |
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Lay it down, lay it down |
You hoes lay it down |
Here comes the one that says fire up the fry |
And get high, and get a head rush |
The number one gangsta you can’t touch or bust |
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me |
You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me |
Cause nigga if you miss me I’mma have to draw my gat |
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days |
I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid |
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J |
My moms was a trick ho I had nowhere to stay |
And nigga that’s fucked all my homies are loners |
I’ve been homeless for ten years so I’m known on corners |
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs |
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is peelin slugs |
A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid |
Victim of Sunny Side from shit that my momma did |
These dope beats comin up, I’m servin those clucker bitches |
My beeper still goin off, I’m thinkin of addin riches |
Fuck dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on |
Been trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long |
It’s on! |
It’s on! |
Thirty busters in yard talkin shit bout a bitch |
Claimin to be that bitch’s family but they look like thirty tricks |
Talkin about why did I meet that ho, fuck the ho |
Charge the ho, break the ho, house the ho |
Busta that’s how this pimpin' go |
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip |
Only reason you mad cause you sister couldn’t pussy whip |
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin |
Money off your sister and your lady, nigga I ain’t tradin |
Why don’t you niggas understand I’m the pimp she’s the ho |
Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go |
Back on the track shake that ass, make my money |
Make it fast, get yo head swole bringin me checks |
Bitch bring me cash, drop yo panties, to let you start |
To open your mouth, slurp and slob |
On this dick you, he’s the trick you’s a bitch, do ya job |
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door |
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money ho |
Don’t you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank |
Oh shit, look out bitch, duck a fist, catch a plank |
Yeah ho now you know, I’m a pimp |
And I’mma clown all upside yo headeah bitch, I’mma lay it down |