Lay It Down Lyrics

Lay It Down lyrics

(music plays in bakground)

 (eightball we doin this shit once again

  for you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

 

 Intro/Chorus:

 

 lay it down, lay it down

 you hoes lay it down

 lay it down, lay it down

 you hoes lay it down

 

 Verse One: Thorough

 

 He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown

 Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch

 So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher

 Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya

 With wicked shit slick and swift

 as I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents

 to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat

 You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at

 A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade

 We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave

 My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft

 I represent at all cost and always got my niner out

 So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me

 I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me

 Give a nut check, and I see you outta place

 And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes

 to stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin

 Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin

 With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown

 bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 

 Verse Two: Eightball

 

 It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before

 So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke

 OH NO!!!!  Who is this hoe in the bed with me?

 I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G

 Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe

 in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak

 Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell

 Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls

 Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go

 First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four

 Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick

 but at the same time on my dick, thick

 Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor

 I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin

 Tryin to let go of my frustration

 but some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient

 I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter

 Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a

 to splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts

 and if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 

 Verse Three: Crime Boss

 

 Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed

 the number one gangsta you can't touch or bust

 so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me

 you best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me

 Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat

 and take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days

 I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid

 Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J

 My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay

 And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners

 I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners

 with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs

 Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs

 A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid

 Victim of ?, shit that my momma did

 These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches

 My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches

 for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,

 or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long

 IT'S ON!!!!

 

 Verse Four: MJG

 

 Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch

 claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks

 talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe

 charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go

 Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip

 on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip

 a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin

 money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin

 Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe

 Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go

 Back on the track shake that ass, make my money

 Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash

 Drop yo panties, to let you start

 To open your mouth, slurp and slob

 on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job

 when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door

 Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe

 don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank

 Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane

 Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head

 Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X