Yo, what's Crip-a-latin'? This Bigg Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfucking beep
If this one of my hoes, 2-way me
Ayy, ayy, Snoop, what up? This your nigga Dre
Ayy, man, I was thinking I ain't said shit on your whole motherfucking album
So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherfucking haters out there, can suck my motherfucking dick!
And we still smoking! What?!
For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit
He better lay low (Lay low, lay low, lay low)
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick
She better lay low (Lay low, lay low, lay low)
For the niggas who be claiming my hood and really ain't from my gang
Better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking and I won't do a thang
Really hope so
Lay low, nobody move until I say so
Limo tint, rolling deep like the President
See, I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (Biatch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit 'til the Apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying 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 (Hm)
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 LBC (LBC)
Smash motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' smash on me
(They gon' smash on me)
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
(Give a fuck about what y'all say)
From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A.-ay-ay
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on mine
And on the down low, talkin' shit
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 (Uh)
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this, let me know (Know)
That's what I came fo' (That's what I came fo')
Where that nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch (Yeah)
I made her suck my dick (Say what?) while I was squeezing her tits (Yeah)
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips (Hm)
She tried to make me cum (Damn), but I was tryna take her home
Dropped her off and seen you fixing on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you in your dome (You little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you'll show everybody your thong
Booyaka, booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From .22's to Lugers, the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same clique he came with and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hold they stare, and act hard
That's even though your CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped on
What's up, pimpin'? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got (All that)
I keeps it realer, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla (Scrilla)
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million-dollar hitta
It's – No Limit 'til I D-I-E
CP3 or Richmond, Cali's where I be
For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit
He better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick
She better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood and really ain't from my gang
Better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking and I won't do a thang
Really hope so
