Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay Low, artist - Paris. Album song Sonic Jihad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Lay Low |
It’s my hood, I been livin' here for seventeen years |
Boy I done got jumped, my car done got shot up |
I done got shot at, I been to jail, three, fo' times |
«I want parents to simply wake up, to take responsibility for our own kids. |
It’s time to take action! |
It’s time to wake up and stop sleeping!» |
Peace, what’s happenin' rookie? |
It’s been a while since I been gone, just tryin' to fall in |
Ain’t nothin' new, shit, I keep it mannish |
It’s different now than when I was out, let’s examine |
What’s happenin', junior? |
What’s goin' down? |
How the women actin, heard you was crushin 'em in the town |
Look good don’t they? |
Hell yeah, shoulda saw |
The ones last week at the mall, hella raw |
And all tryin' to come up, like video queens |
So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things |
But be careful though, get caught up, know what you doin |
Fuck around and be a teenage pop, and life is ruined |
How ya momma doin? |
She cool, is that right? |
Seen your sister last week at the bank, lookin tight |
Keep yo' eyes on her, cause niggas, nowadays |
Always lookin for some new ones to train, so many ways |
And I’m amazed, but not amused as such |
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch |
Another, day go by another, day’s the same |
Another, day of strife I say a, prayer for change |
But I can’t complain, and if I did, so what? |
The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up |
I’m still bangin' on these tracks, still keep hope for us |
Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax, and still bust |
E’rybody gotta do their own thang |
See the whole world goin' insane |
Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain |
We lay low, lay low, lay low |
E’rybody tryin' to maintain |
Brothers gonna work out in the end |
'Til we get peace it’ll be pain |
And they know, they know, they know |
What’s on your mind? |
What, your homie died? |
Over what, some bullshit? |
Is that right? |
I known him since back in the days, we was tight |
Used to date his older sister back in late '85 |
I just wonder why, the shit don’t make no sense |
How many gotta die befo' these niggas convinced? |
Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin' |
Seems so many lose our futures fuckin 'round in the game |
A motherfuckin shame, another life is ruined |
Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless |
See we all confused, damn, but everything is a test |
Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip |
Cause though your boys might fall, fall for doin wrong |
Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin 'like the law |
And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war |
It’s open season every brother on the street is a target, believe |
E’rybody gotta do their own thang |
See the whole world goin' insane |
Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain |
We lay low, lay low, lay low |
E’rybody tryin' to maintain |
Brothers gonna work out in the end |
'Til we get peace it’ll be pain |
And they know, they know, they know |
Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise |
And though it seem it ain’t gon' stop, I still rise |
Above this bullshit hip-hop, I still rise |
Supply, wise words, disguised in rhyme verse |
I curse, what these niggas is sayin, ain’t nothin' real |
Just fairy tales of pimpin' these sisters and makin' mail |
I see 'em pose, see the bitchy roles they play |
See these videos they shitty, see the way we portrayed |
See these sellin'-out acts just sellin' our rap |
Believe wannabe macks with powerhouse tracks |
Redefined black manhood, defied Allah |
We rise up, fuck this bullshit, survival or die |
See them thuggin', niggas muggin' with that criminal pout |
See 'em frown in every photo, see that shit in they mouth |
See 'em tattered, lookin' battered, chasin' pussy and weed |
Makin' hookers out of queens, every video feed |
I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack |
Now every record every act, got you thinkin' it’s black |
To act a fool, chasin' pussy like it’s hard to get |
I see these crackers think it’s cool, bein' niggas for chips |
I split jiggaboo chins, analyze these trends |
If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin' flowers to kin |
Ain’t nothin' easy in this world, struggle makes the man |
Don’t let these motherfuckers do you understand the plan, believe |
E’rybody gotta do their own thang |
See the whole world goin' insane |
Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain |
We lay low, lay low, lay low |
E’rybody tryin' to maintain |
Brothers gonna work out in the end |
'Til we get peace it’ll be pain |
And they know, they know, they know |
E’rybody gotta do their own thang |
See the whole world goin' insane |
Hope to see sun, it’ll be rain |
We lay low, lay low, lay low |
E’rybody tryin' to maintain |
Brothers gonna work out in the end |
'Til we get peace it’ll be pain |
And they know, they know, they know |