Lay Low - Nate Dogg Lyrics - Dr. Dre

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 thing, 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 (bitch) 

I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to 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 

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 motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me 

Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say 

From the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A. 

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Our rise, it was no surprise 

I always knew these fools would trip 

Hating, faking, scheming on mine 

And on the down low talking 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 

I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know 

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 

I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits 

Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips 

She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home 

Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham 

Could of thumped you and the dog (you little fag) 

And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong 

We bring it straight to ya 

From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya 

Who you motherfuckers think the top dogg bang with? 

The same click he came with and made the game flip 

Now niggas grow they hair, hope they staying act hard 

That's even tho' yo' 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 

Whats up pimping? 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 

I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla 

The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta 

It's, no limit til I d-I-e 

C-p-3, 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 thing, really hope so!