Lay it On Back lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go 'round
I heard that's true
Make things go up and down
I heard that's true

[Kurupt]
I been through the full-court pressure stage
The homies gave me a nine
The first time I saw a gauge
The first time I put my feet...
Down solid mashin' on top of concrete
Before all the ways of war, house and car doors felt the rays of war
When life was simple as sh*t
And we didn't give a f*ck about a b*tch, 1986
It's all about lic's, heat in the streets, trunks with the beats
b*tches with biker shorts worn all tight
Tryna get a pus*y just worn all night
Plus, you had to be a baller to get the baddest ho's
Back in the days, 6-4, six trays
Back in the days, Elco's, S-S's
The best is where the west is n*ggas, don't test us

[Chorus: DJ Lethal]
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?
[Fred Durst & Kurupt]
Back in the days, where them laces were thick
I was concerned with break dancin' and layin' some di*k
For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin' the smurf
And I'm walkin' on this Earth, like I don't give a f*ck
And now I'm rollin' up in third gear (Third gear)
With three dollar bills, three more minutes to kill
Three more seconds to snap, three more bottles of beer
And corrupt my lifestyle, so shut the f*ck up
And back the f*ck up with that buck free style
n*gga what freestyle, n*gga? Walkin' on a razor blade
Comin' through I got it made, posted up in the shade
Comin' through to get paid, sunny California, baby
I got subs in my trunk and it's bound to bump
Straight smashin', hollerin' out, "What's up, Kurupt?"
Wassup, I'm fillin' in my right mind, one to the head
And I'm on the smash hollerin' out, "What's up, Fred?"

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
I don't give a f*ck, so f*ck what they say
n*gga, won't you pass? Say pass the bombay
n*ggas they decide to ride and they ride
n*ggas they decide to lie and they die
I can bust a fleet of ho's with my skills
I can make them ho's bow down, pay my bills
Can't think I can make them ho's convert to my will
Wanna bet I'll turn them ho's into scrill'
If you love a b*tch, a b*tch can drive you - crazy
Anything a hooker do it won't - amaze me
You better be up on your game homie 'cause - they be
They may talk a lot of sh*t, but they can't - fade me
If you hang around with suckers then you - may be...
Another type of brotha I don't - want with me
When you compensate with bustas you - confuse me
'Cause I'm tryna stay out the penitentiary
[Chorus]