Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laylow, artist - Paris. Date of issue: 06.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Laylow |
| Peace — what’s happenin' rookie? |
| It’s been a while since I’ve been gone — I’m tryin to fall in |
| Ain’t nothin' new, shit, I keep it mannish |
| It’s different now then 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, you shoulda saw |
| The ones last week at the mall — hella raw |
| And all trying to come up — like video queens |
| So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things |
| But be careful though, you’ll get caught up — know what you doin' |
| Fuck around and be a teenage pop — and life is ruined |
| How ya mama doin'? |
| She cool? |
| Is that right? |
| Seen ya sister last week at the bank — lookin' tight |
| Keep your eyes on her — cause niggas, nowadays |
| Always looking for some new ones to train — so many wayz |
| And I’m amazed — but not amused as such |
| We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch |
| Another, day go by, another, day’s the same |
| Another, day of stife, 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 bustin' |
| (Chorus) |
| Everybody gotta do they own thang |
| Seem the whole world goin' insane |
| Before we see sun it’ll be rain |
| Lay low, lay low, lay low |
| Everybody tryin' to maintain |
| Brothers gonna work it out in the end |
| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain |
| And they know, they know, they know |
| (Paris) |
| What’s on ya mind? |
| What, ya homie died? |
| Over what, some bull shit? |
| 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? |
| This shit don’t make no sense |
| How many gotta die before these niggas convinced |
| Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin |
| Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by 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 ya boys might all, 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 brotha on the street is a target — believe |
| (Chrous) |
| Everybody gotta do they own thang |
| Seem the whole world goin' insane |
| Before we see sun it’ll be rain |
| Lay low, lay low, lay low |
| Everybody tryin' to maintain |
| Brothers gonna work it out in the end |
| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain |
| And they know, they know, they know |
| (Paris) |
| 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 sistas and making mail |
| I see em pose, see the bitchy roles they play |
| See these videos is shitty — see the way we portrayed |
| See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin' out rap |
| Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks |
| Redefine black manhood — defy the lie we rise up |
| Fuck this bullshit — survival or die |
| See em thuggin' niggas muggin with that criminal pout |
| See em frown in every photo — see that shit in they mouth |
| See em tatted lookin' battered chasin' pussy and weed |
| They making hookers outtas queens — every video feed |
| I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack |
| Every record every act has gotcha thinkin' it’s black |
| To act a fool chasin' pussy like it’s hard to get |
| I see these crackas think it’s cool bein' niggas for chips |
| I split jiggabo 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 motherfuckas do you — understand the plan |
| and believe |
| (Chorus x2) |
| Everybody gotta do they own thang |
| Seem the whole world goin? |
| insane |
| Before we see sun it’ll be rain |
| Lay low, we lay low, lay low |
| Everybody tryin' to maintain |
| Brothers gonna work it out in the end |
| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain |
| And they know, they know, they know |