Tha Eastsidaz
Lay Low
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n, this big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherf**king beep
If this one of my hoes, two-way me

[Dr. Dre]
Ay ay Snoop whattup, this your n***a Dre
Ay man I was thinking I ain't said sh*t on your whole motherf**king album
So check it out, put this on there:
All you motherf**king haters out there, can suck my motherf**king d**k!
And we still smoking, what?!

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
For the n***a who be talking loud and holding his d**k, talking sh*t
He better lay low
For the b*t*h that said I shot some sh*t up out of my d**k, now she sick
She better lay low
For the n***as 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

[Snoop Dogg]
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 b*t*h
I'm here to bang that gangsta sh*t till 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 motherf**kers thinking they gonna smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a f**k about what y'all say
From the World's Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A
[Butch Ca**idy]
Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on mine
And on the down low talkin sh*t
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'

[Goldie Loc]
Where that n***a who be talking sh*t
He don't come around no more because I f**ked his b*t*h
I made her suck my d**k, while I was squeezing the t**s
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me c*m, but I was trying to take her home
Dropped her off and seen you fishing on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you in your dome (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

[Tray Deee]
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the sh*t that shoot through ya
Who you motherf**kers think the Top Dogg bang with
The same clique he came with and made the game flip
Now n***as grow they hair, hold they stare and act hard
That's even tho' your CEO talk sh*t get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Wha**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 realer, 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

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
For the n***a who be talking loud and holding his d**k, talking sh*t
He better lay low
For the b*t*h that said I shot some sh*t up out of my d**k, now she sick
She better lay low
For the n***as 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