[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
For the hater who be talkin' loud, runnin' his lip
Tryin' to diss
He better LAY LOW
For the girl who said I broke her off, and then I just split
Now she pissed
She better LAY LOW
For the buster 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
[Snoop Dogg]
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**h (Biotch)*}
I'm here to bang that gangsta {*sh***} 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 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 mother{*f**ers*} thinkin' they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a {*fu*k*} about what y'all say
From the "World's Most Dangerous Group"
N.W.A
Ay, ay
[Break: Butch Ca**idy]
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine
And on the down low talkin' {*sh***}
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 (Lay down on the floor)
I'm in a rage
So if we gotta do this, let me know (Know)
That's what I came for (What I came for)
[Goldie Loc]
Where that buster who be poppin' his lip (Where he at)
He don't come around no more because I plucked his chick
I made her tuck, then slip
While I was holdin' the grip
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me run, but I was tryin' to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fixin' on your raggedy Brougham
Could've thumped you and the dog
You little Mark
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
[Tray Deee]
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From .22's to Lugers, the heat that shoot through ya
Who you little busters think the Top Dogg bang with
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Youngsters grow they hair, hope they stayin' act hard
That's even though your CEO talk smack, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whas-whas-
What's up, pimpin', it's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothin' but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head that 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 til I D-I-E
C-P-Tre, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Repeat Chorus]