Smoke One Productions - Lay it Down lyrics

Intro: We doin this sh** once again for all you fake a** n***as Lay the f** down b**h 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***a there it's Thorough b**h 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** 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 nina ross So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me I got to much game in me, k**in 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 Brushes up on yo sk**s, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown b**hes 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 ho in the bed with me? I remember the p**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**hes at the bus stop sick But at the same time on my dick, thick Beat a b**h quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor I'm a k**a on them sticks, aggravated hallucinatin Tryin to let go of my frustration But some my luck, n***a gonna be a med patient I gotta nine uzi AK, but that sh** don't really matter Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a To splatter the guts of n***a 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 one that says fire up the fire, 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***a if you miss me I'mma have to draw my gat And take yo a** 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 d** was my only J My moms was a trick ho I had nowhere to stay And n***a that's f**ed all my homies are loners I've been homeless for ten years so I'm known on corners With b**hes and prostitutes, pimps and k**a thugs Five-oh harra**in me, so Crime Boss is peelin slugs A good guy gone bad, devious f**in kid Victim of ?, sh** that my momma did These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker b**hes My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches f** dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**in long IT'S ON..IT'S ON!!! Verse Four: MJG Thirty busters in yard talkin sh** bout a b**h Claimin to be that b**h's family but they look like thirty tricks Talkin about why did I meet that ho, f** the ho Charge the ho, break the ho, house the ho, bust it inside her sh** and go s**ers how the f** you think that MJG was gonna slip On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't p**y whip A back breakin, check takin, pimp n***a constantly makin Money off you and your lady, n***a I ain't tradin Why don't you n***as 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 a**, make my money Make it fast, get yo head swole bringin me checks b**h 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 b**h, 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**in money ho Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank Oh sh**, look out b**h, dump a b**h catch a plane Yeah ho now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'mma clown all upside yo head Yeah b**h, I'mma lay it down