Lay Low

*Snoop's message actually starts at the end of "Stacey Adams"*

Snoop Dogg
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfkin beep
If dis one of my hoes, two-way me

*BEEP*

Dr. Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigg* Dre
Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said s**t on your whole motherfkin album
So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherfkin haters out there, can suck my motherfkin d*ck!
And we still smokin, what?!

Chorus: Nate Dogg
For the nigg* who be talkin loud and holdin his d*ck
Talkin s**t, he better LAY LOW
For the b*tch that said I shot some s**t up out of my d*ck
Now she sick, she better LAY LOW
For the 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*tch (beitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta s**t 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 motherfkers thinkin they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fcK about what y'all say
From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A
Ay, ay

Butch Cassidy
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine
and on the down low talkin s**t
Best move cause I refuse to lose
no matter which d*mn 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
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'

Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz
Where that nigg* who be talkin s**t?
He don't come around no more because I fked his b*tch
I made her suck my d*ck, while I was squeezin the t*ts
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little f*g)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

Tray Deee - Eastsidaz
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the s**t that shoot through ya
Who you motherfkers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same click he came with and made the game flip
Now grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk s**t get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scr*p on
The black car drive by then you get capped on

Master P
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
or they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be

Chorus