8ball & mjg - lay it down (live) lyrics
[verse 1: 8ball]
yeah, sunday morning, i’m still yawnin’ from the night before
so much cess in my chest from the swishers i smoke
oh no, who is this ho in the bed with me?
i remember the p-ssy but i don’t remember her name, g
grab me a swisher, cut it up, fill it with weed
hit that ho in the head, tell her, “get out my bed, you d-mn freak”
jumped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as h-ll
got dressed then ran a gold comb through my curls
walkin’ out of the house slow, tellin’ that ho, “come on, let’s go”
first i crank up the music, then hit the switch on my six-four
candy coated paint, got the b-tches at the bus stop sick
but at the same time on my d-ck, thick
beat a b-tch quick ’cause i’m sick
full of swishers and malt liquor, i’m a k!ller on them sticks
aggravated hallucination, tryna let go of my frustration
but some unlucky n-gga gonna be a med patient
i got a nine, uzi, ak, but that sh-t don’t matter
if i gotta, i will rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the guts of n-gga with no nuts
and if you step to us, you will have to lay it down, man
[chorus]
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
[verse 2: mjg]
thirty busters in my yard talkin’ sh-t ’bout a b-tch
claimin’ to be the b-tch’s family but they look like thirty tricks
talkin’ about, why did i meet the ho? f-ck the ho? charge the ho?
break the ho? house the ho? buster, that’s how this pimpin’ go
suckers, how the f-ck you thinkin’ mjg is gonna slip?
only reason you mad ’cause you sister couldn’t p-ssy whip
a back-breakin’, check-takin’, pimp n-gga
constantly makin’ money off your sister and your lady, n-gga
i ain’t tradin, why don’t you n-ggas understand?
i’m the pimp, she’s the ho
now that i told you, now you know
break your chain and let her go
back on the track, shake that -ss
make my money, make it fast
get your head swole bringin’ me checks, b-tch, bring me cash
drop your panties, let you start
open your mouth, slurp and slob
on this d-ck, he’s the trick, you’s a b-tch, do your job
when you through, get up and go, get your cheese, hit the door
catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf-ckin’ money, ho
don’t you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
oh sh-t, look out b-tch, duck a fist, catch a plank
yeah ho, now you know, i’m a pimp, and i’m a clown
all upside your head, yeah, b-tch, i’ma lay it down
[chorus]
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
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