Songwriters: Andre Romell Young, Tracy La Marr Davis, Danny Elliott Means, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Nathaniel D Hale, Calvin Broadus, Michael Elizondo, Percy Miller
Ay ay Snoop, whattup? This your nigga Dre
Ay man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out, put this on there
All you motherfuckin' haters out there can suck my motherfuckin' dick
And we still smokin', what?
For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggaz 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 bitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the Apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg and ain't no stoppin' this
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 'coz 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 motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From the world's most dangerous group, N.W.A, ay, ay
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine
And on the down low talkin' shit
Best move 'coz I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low 'coz 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 fo'
Where that nigga who be talkin' shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum but I was tryin' to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin' on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you and the dog
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Now niggaz grow their hair, hope they stayin' act hard
That's even tho' yo' C.E.O talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whassup pimpin'? It's P and Snoop
With Dre 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 head I got
I keeps it real-ah 'coz I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me 'coz I'm a million dolla hitta
It's no limit 'til I D I E
C P 3 or Richmond, Cali's where I be
For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggaz 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
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