Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay It Down, artist - Boyz N Da Hood.
Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Song language: English
Lay It Down |
I lay this whole club down |
(la la la la la la la la) |
Get ya hands up but i ain’t here to party |
Lay it down |
(la la la la la la la la) |
Get ya hands up but i ain’t here to party (x2) |
(Young Jeezy) |
Nobody move nobody get hurt |
We came fo them niggas that be off on that work |
An its drought season niggas lookin fo a reason |
Have to duck niggas like its huntin season |
Ay i kno niggas like you |
FUCK boys an ho niggas like u |
Ride wit the scope i call it the master |
Put it in they face dog to make they mind up faster |
Ay gimme all u got |
But u can keep yalittle necklace an that bullshit watch (i ain’t got nothin man) |
U bullshittin me |
U betta lay it down nigga like u MJG |
(Jody Breeze) |
'chea i got the Boyz from the Hood wit me |
Plus i got a couple boys from my hood wit me |
Nigga an we ain’t playin we ain’t bullshittin |
Let me see ya hands for it fell like bull hitcha |
Nigga we all G’s all hood niggas |
Tote shit that’ll have yo whole hood niggas |
Nigga stop cryin jus drop that |
For errybody in tha club gettin popped back |
Its yo choice nigga live or die real or not |
We gon make u feel tha fire |
An still desire an ready to bust |
So whateva u got nigga give to us |
(Duke) |
Yall in tha club bobbin an weavin |
Im just tryna hit a lick an leave u slobbin an bleedin |
Hope u niggas dont thank that we teasin |
Its a drought on the street so thats a good enough reason |
So tha next time u niggas wanna lean back |
Dont be surprised to find a gat where ya spleen at |
An i dont need a solo stack this a team sack |
If u dont wanna get cracked where the cream at? |
Yea lil daddy please believe i need that |
Tha whole stack an throw ya boy the dro sack |
I need u ballas face-down on the rug |
I want u all butt-naked turn the (?) into a strip club |
(Big Gee) |
What if i ran in yo shit nigga beat u wit tha butt of the chrome |
I beat ya wit the butt of the phone |
I put ya arm behind ya back keep pushin til im crushin ya bone |
Or get some acid, iodine hardto pour on ya bone |
Dont slip hack saw off tha fangertips |
Cut ya foots at the angles makin sure u dissapear |
Dental records can’t tell who u is |
Cuz ya whole skull gone nothin left but the ears |
We lay the club down fuck we rob fo real |
Got some standho niggas like the mob fo real |
Got erasers in decatur a goon sqaud by mosey park |
(this boyz n da hood) |
(Big Gee) |
Lay the fuck nigga this boyz n da hood |