Текст песни I Still Lay It Down (feat. 8ball) - 8Ball , Al Kapone
(Music
plays
in
bakground)
(Eightball
we
doin
this
shit
once
again
For
you
fake
ass
niggaz
lay
it
the
f**k
down
BEYITCH)
Intro/Chorus:
Lay
it
down,
lay
it
down
You
hoes
lay
it
down
Lay
it
down,
lay
it
down
You
hoes
lay
it
down
Verse
One:
Thorough
He's
got
his
head
tilted
back
on
his
face
is
a
frown
Who's
that
nigga
there
it's
Thorough
bitch
So
don't
you
clown,
the
sound
and
style,
of
Swisher
after
Swisher
Oh
how
I
wish
ya
would
step
so
I
could
hit
ya
With
wicked
shit
slick
and
swift
As
I
slaughter
quick,
oughta
flip
with
fluents
To
show
you
how
we
be
doin
in
the
Suave
House
federation;
that
is
cat
You
don't
know
how
it's
comin
cause
you
don't
where
it's
at
A
mack
of
all
trades,
low
cut,
tight
fade
We
all
get
paid,
so
gets
sprayed,
so
buster
behave
My
flavor's
deep,
please
peep,
I
ain't
soft
I
represent
at
all
cost
and
always
got
my
niner
out
So
eeease
back
cause
you
marks
can't
hang
with
me
I
got
to
much
game
in
me,
killin
ain't
no
thang
to
me
Give
a
nut
check,
and
I
see
you
outta
place
And
I
say
that
to
say
you're
a
BITCH,
and
you
ain't
got
what
it
takes
To
stop
the
funk
mutha
from
freelance
jackin
Brushes
up
on
yo
skills,
cause
fool
I
ain't
lackin
With
my
hands
on
my
dick,
my
click
is
thick
so
don't
clown
Bitches
we
ain't
playin
you
hoes
lay
it
down
Chorus:
repeat
2X
Verse
Two:
Eightball
It's
Sunday
morning,
I'm
stil
yawnin
from
the
night
before
So
much
sess
in
my
chest
from
the
Swishers
I
smoke
OH
NO!
Who
is
this
hoe
in
the
bed
with
me?
I
remember
the
pussy
but
I
don't
remember
her
name
G
Grab
me
Swisher
cut
it
up
and
fill
it
with
weed,
hit
that
hoe
In
the
head,
and
tell
her
get
out
of
my
bed
you
damn
freak
Hopped
into
the
shower
for
an
hour,
it
was
hot
as
hell
Got
dressed
and
ran
a
gold
comb
through
my
curls
Walkin
out
of
the
house
slow,
tellin
that
hoe
come
on
let's
go
First
I
crack
up
the
music
then,
hit
the
switch
on
my
six-four
Candy
coated
paint,
got
the
bitches
at
the
bus
stop
sick
But
at
the
same
time
on
my
dick,
thick
Beat
a
bitch
quick
I'm
sick,
full
of
Swishers
and
malt
liquor
I'm
a
killa
on
them
sticks,
aggivated
hallucinatin
Tryin
to
let
go
of
my
frustration
But
some
my
luck,
nigga
gonna
be
a
med
patient
I
gotta
nine
uzi
AK,
but
that
shit
don't
really
matter
Cause
if
I
gotta
I
will
rat-a-tat-a
To
splatter
the
guts
of
nigga
with
no
nuts
And
if
you
step
to
Suave
you
will
have
to
lay
it
down
Chorus:
repeat
2X
Verse
Three:
Crime
Boss
Here
comes
the
spy,
that
fry,
get
high,
and
get
head
rushed
The
number
one
gangsta
you
can't
touch
or
bust
So
steppin
is
the
wrong
that
you
gots
to
come
against
me
You
best
to
do
a
driveby
and
be
prayin
that
you
hit
me
Cause
nigga
if
you
miss
me
I'ma
have
to
draw
my
gat
And
take
yo
ass
way
back,
cause
way
back
way
back
in
the
days
I
used
to
beat
dope
fiends
down
just
get
paid
Live
my
life
as
a
hustler,
sellin
drugs
was
my
only
J
My
moms
was
a
trick
hoe
I
had
nowhere
to
stay
And
nigga
that's
f**ked
all
my
homies
are
loners
I've
been
on
this
for
ten
years
so
I'm
known
on
corners
With
bitches
and
prostitutes,
pimps
and
killa
thugs
Five-oh
harrassin
me,
so
Crime
Boss
is
feelin
slugs
A
good
guy
gone
bad,
devious
f**kin
kid
Victim
of?,
shit
that
my
momma
did
These
dope
beats
comin
up,
I'm
servin
those
clucker
bitches
My
beeper
still
goin
off,
I'm
thinkin
of
addin
riches
For
dollars
and
sense,
see
I
gotta
have
it
goin
on,
Or
be
trapped
in
this
hole
for
too
motherf**kin
long
IT'S
ON!
Verse
Four:
MJG
Thirty
buster
in
yard
talkin
shit
bout
a
bitch
Claimin
to
be
that
bitch's
family
but
they
look
like
dirty
tricks
Talkin
about
why
did
I
meet
that
hoe,
f**k
the
hoe
Charge
the
hoe,
break
the
hoe,
bust
her
inside
her
shit
and
go
Suckers
how
the
f**k
you
think
that
MJG
was
gonna
slip
On
the
only
reason
you
mad
cause
you
sister
couldn't
pussy
whip
A
back
breakin,
check
takin,
pimp
nigga
constantly
makin
Money
off
you
and
your
lady,
nigga
I
ain't
tradin
Why
don't
you
niggaz
understand
I'm
the
pimp
she's
the
hoe
Now
that
Itold
you
now
you
know,
break
that
chain
and
let
her
go
Back
on
the
track
shake
that
ass,
make
my
money
Make
it
fast,
get
yo
head
swoll
bringin
me
checks
bitch
bring
me
cash
Drop
yo
panties,
to
let
you
start
To
open
your
mouth,
slurp
and
slob
On
this
dick
you,
he's
the
trick
you's
a
bitch,
do
ya
job
When
you
through,
get
up
and
go,
get
the
cheese,
hit
the
door
Catch
a
cab,
back
to
the
lab,
bring
my
motherf**kin
money
hoe
Don't
you
ever
front
me
with
a
lame
lie
about
my
bank
Oh
shit,
look
out
bitch,
dump
a
bitch
catch
a
plane
Yeah
hoe
now
you
know,
I'm
a
pimp,
and
I'ma
clown
all
upside
yo
head
Yeah
bitch,
I'ma
lay
it
down
Chorus:
repeat
2X
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