Song: Lay Low ~~ 2000 ~~ 3:43
Artist: Snoop Dogg featuring Master P, Nate Dogg, Butch Cassidy and Tha Eastsidaz
LP/CD: Tha Last Meal ~~ Priority ~~ 2000
Composers: A. Young~M. Elizondo~C. Broadus~P. Miller~N. Hale~D. Means~K. Spillman~T. Davis

If this one of my h**s, two-way me
Ay-ay, Snoop what up
This your n**** Dré
Ay man, I was thinkin’
I ain’t said s*** on your whole motherf***in’ album
So check it out, put this on there
All you motherf***in’ haters out there can s*** my motherf***in’ d***
And we still smokin’, what

For the n**** who be talkin’ loud and holdin’ his d***
Talkin’ s***, he better lay low
For the b**** that said I shot some s*** up out of my d***
Now she sick, she better lay low

For the n****s who be claimin’ my hood
And really ain’t from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don’t be thinkin’ I’m just talkin’
And I won’t do a thing, really hope so

Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so
Limo tint, rollin’ deep like the President
See, I don’t go to clubs, I never chase a b****
I’m here to bang that gangsta s*** to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y’all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg and ain’t no stoppin’ it
Whatever the case, I ain’t tryin’ to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive ‘cause I ain’t sent the word
I flip faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn’t provoke
I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherf***ers thinkin’ they gon’ smash on me
Snoop and Dré give a f*** about what y’all say
From the world’s most dangerous group, NWA-A-A

I rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip, uh
Hatin’, fakin’, schemin’ on mine
And on the down low talkin’ s***
Best move ‘cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low ‘cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news

I ain’t for games, so if you wanna play ‘em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I’m in a rage, so if we gotta do this, let me know
That’s what I came for

Where that n**** who be talkin s***
He don’t come around no more because I f***ed his b****
I made her s*** my d***, while I’m squeezin’ her t***
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me c**, but I was tryin’ to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin’ on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda dumped you in the dome
It don’t sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to you
From 22s to Lugers, to s*** that shoots through you
Who you motherf***ers think the Top Dogg bang with
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Now n****s grow their hair, and they stay and act hard
Bets - even though you’re CEO, talk s***, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped on

What’s up pimpin’, it’s P and Snoop
With Dré on the beat, this ain’t nuttin’ but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
Or they call me Bill Clinton for all the h*** I got
I keeps it realer ‘cause I’m all about my scrilla
The ladies love me ‘cause I’m a million dolla hitter
It’s No Limit till I D-I-E
CP3 or Richmond, Cali where I be

For the n**** who be talkin’ loud and holdin’ his d***
Talkin’ s***, he better lay low
For the b**** that said I shot some s*** up out of my d***
Now she sick, she better lay low

For the n****s who be claimin’ my hood
And really ain’t from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don’t be thinkin’ I’m just talkin’
And I won’t do a thing, really hope so

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: May 24, 2001