Lay It Down lyrics

[Intro]
We doin this sh*t once again for all you fake ass n*ggas
Lay the f*ck down b*tch

[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 n*gga there it's Thorough b*tch
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 sh*t 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 paid, you'll get sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and always got my nina ross
So eeease off 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 your water breaks
And I say that to say you're a b*tch and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my di*k, my clique is thick so don't clown
b*tches we ain't playin you hoes better lay it down
[Chorus]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

[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 ho in the bed with me?
I remember the pus*y but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that ho
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 ho come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the b*tches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my di*k, thick
Beat a b*tch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggravated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my frustration
But some unlucky n*gga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that sh*t don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of n*gga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
[Chorus]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

[Verse Three: Crime Boss]
Here comes the one that says fire up the fry
And get high, and get a head rush
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 n*gga if you miss me I'mma 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 ho I had nowhere to stay
And n*gga that's f*cked all my homies are loners
I've been homeless for ten years so I'm known on corners
With b*tches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is peelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious f*ckin kid
Victim of Sunny Side from sh*t that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker b*tches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
f*ck dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on
Been trapped in this hole for too motherf*ckin long
It's on! It's on!
[Verse Four: MJG]
Thirty busters in yard talkin sh*t bout a b*tch
Claimin to be that b*tch's family but they look like thirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that ho, f*ck the ho
Charge the ho, break the ho, house the ho
Busta that's how this pimpin' go
Suckers how the f*ck you think that MJG was gonna slip
Only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pus*y whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp n*gga constantly makin
Money off your sister and your lady, n*gga I ain't tradin
Why don't you n*ggas understand I'm the pimp she's the ho
Now that I told 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 swole bringin me checks
b*tch bring me cash, drop yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this di*k you, he's the trick you's a b*tch, 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 motherf*ckin money ho
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh sh*t, look out b*tch, duck a fist, catch a plank
Yeah ho now you know, I'm a pimp
And I'mma clown all upside yo headeah b*tch, I'mma lay it down