[{"id":28999900,"name":"Lay It Down, P2 (feat. Ice Cube, MJG & P. Diddy)","trackName":"Lay It Down, P2 (feat. Ice Cube, MJG & P. Diddy)","artistName":"8Ball","albumName":"Lay It Down (chopped)","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hablan de que saben\nde que tienen\nde que quieren unión\npero nunca lo consiguen\n\nEsto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\ny decir que no hay nada\nsi no lo persigues\n\nEs muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\nes difícil seguir en el rap bordando\nes muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\nes difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\nUn día deje de verlo todo\npara mirar a un lado fuera de este mundo bobo\ny solo encontré lobos\nque sus frases de robo\npero poco a poco\nel malo eres tu que no se enteren todos de que soy yo\nque eso no conviene no\n\nLo que les conviene\nno se sabe\ny tampoco no los dirán\n\nYo voy a disparar\ntodas las flechas\nque quedan en la recamara\ny no van para nadie man\n\nYa no se que hacer\npara que no se den por aludidos\ny me miren bien\n\nYo no se que quieren\ntampoco que pretenden\nmentes que se apagan y se encienden\n\nYo se que me entienden\nsaben que yo entiendo\nyo ya mire quien de-fien-de\na quien tan solo va mintiendo\n\nCuéntame otra historia mas\nde esas que tanto sientes\nse que al escucharme algunos perderán su tiempo\n\nHablan de que saben\nde que tienen\nde que quieren unión\npero nunca lo consiguen\n\nEsto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\ny decir que no hay nada\nsi no lo persigues\n\nEs muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\nes difícil seguir en el rap bordando\nes muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\nes difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\nYo no se donde voy\nadonde vivo\nni quien soy\n\nMe tachan de estoy\npero sin serlo dime donde voy\n\nDonde están los que tenias\nsoy un ser y no lose\nla vida quiso que hiciese\nesta canción para algo no? ya\n\nPues eso\ncuando quieras\nparamos y lo hablamos\no si quieres pensamos\ncantamos y lo rimamos\n\nY hacemos temas\nno pa mi ni pa ti\ntampoco pa el\npa el que se de por aludido que es la moda joder\n\nTo son lo mismo\nmismo rollo\nmismo estilo\nmismo tone\n\nTapón de botella\nte lo explique no soy yo\nquien sera esa es la duda\nen que palabras te escudas\ncuanta gente sabe todo\npero permanece muda\n\nY si mi ayuda te sirvió\nlo veo normal\nque cosa tan irreal\nque inventa el KAZE pa esquivar\nproyectiles de la gente que hay detrás\nlos de al lado me vigilan\nme las tiran pero vaa!\n\nHablan de que saben\nde que tienen\nde que quieren unión\npero nunca lo consiguen\n\nEsto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\ny decir que no hay nada\nsi no lo persigues\n\nEs muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\nes difícil seguir en el rap bordando\nes muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\nes difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\nCálmate\nno te aceleres en el tempo\nde verdad grábate algo con empeño\ncuando enseño\nque aquí hay mas\nde los que todos que creen que hay\nme dicen \" basta \"\nprobé un día la poción\ndel flow y nunca se me gasta\n\nEs lo que me sale\nsin temática ninguna\nhablando siempre de lo mismo\nde que quiero ir a la luna\nes por mi egocentrismo\npor que estoy tan loco\nque no veo la realidad tal como es\ny esas cosas que invento dudas\n\nDe lo que quiero hacer\nque piensen chacho\nque que cacho de matari\ny falta unión lo veis muchachos\n\nNo entiendo para nada\npor mucho que estoy nadando\nlo que esta pasando aquí las cosas que están reprochando\n\nTodos inventando mierdas\ny yo aquí a gusto mirando\ndesde las 6: 00\nmientras te lo voy cantando\n\nDando tumbos de un lado hacia otro\nmientras veo\ncosas que me gustan menos\nque muchas cosas que leo\n\nHablan de que saben\nde que tienen\nde que quieren unión\npero nunca lo consiguen\n\nEsto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\ny decir que no hay nada\nsi no lo persigues\n\nEs muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\nes difícil seguir en el rap bordando\nes muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\nes difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down, P2 (feat. Ice Cube, MJG & P. Diddy)\n  artist: 8Ball\n  album: Lay It Down (chopped)\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hablan de que saben\n  de que tienen\n  de que quieren unión\n  pero nunca lo consiguen\n\n  Esto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\n  y decir que no hay nada\n  si no lo persigues\n\n  Es muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\n  es difícil seguir en el rap bordando\n  es muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\n  es difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\n  Un día deje de verlo todo\n  para mirar a un lado fuera de este mundo bobo\n  y solo encontré lobos\n  que sus frases de robo\n  pero poco a poco\n  el malo eres tu que no se enteren todos de que soy yo\n  que eso no conviene no\n\n  Lo que les conviene\n  no se sabe\n  y tampoco no los dirán\n\n  Yo voy a disparar\n  todas las flechas\n  que quedan en la recamara\n  y no van para nadie man\n\n  Ya no se que hacer\n  para que no se den por aludidos\n  y me miren bien\n\n  Yo no se que quieren\n  tampoco que pretenden\n  mentes que se apagan y se encienden\n\n  Yo se que me entienden\n  saben que yo entiendo\n  yo ya mire quien de-fien-de\n  a quien tan solo va mintiendo\n\n  Cuéntame otra historia mas\n  de esas que tanto sientes\n  se que al escucharme algunos perderán su tiempo\n\n  Hablan de que saben\n  de que tienen\n  de que quieren unión\n  pero nunca lo consiguen\n\n  Esto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\n  y decir que no hay nada\n  si no lo persigues\n\n  Es muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\n  es difícil seguir en el rap bordando\n  es muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\n  es difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\n  Yo no se donde voy\n  adonde vivo\n  ni quien soy\n\n  Me tachan de estoy\n  pero sin serlo dime donde voy\n\n  Donde están los que tenias\n  soy un ser y no lose\n  la vida quiso que hiciese\n  esta canción para algo no? ya\n\n  Pues eso\n  cuando quieras\n  paramos y lo hablamos\n  o si quieres pensamos\n  cantamos y lo rimamos\n\n  Y hacemos temas\n  no pa mi ni pa ti\n  tampoco pa el\n  pa el que se de por aludido que es la moda joder\n\n  To son lo mismo\n  mismo rollo\n  mismo estilo\n  mismo tone\n\n  Tapón de botella\n  te lo explique no soy yo\n  quien sera esa es la duda\n  en que palabras te escudas\n  cuanta gente sabe todo\n  pero permanece muda\n\n  Y si mi ayuda te sirvió\n  lo veo normal\n  que cosa tan irreal\n  que inventa el KAZE pa esquivar\n  proyectiles de la gente que hay detrás\n  los de al lado me vigilan\n  me las tiran pero vaa!\n\n  Hablan de que saben\n  de que tienen\n  de que quieren unión\n  pero nunca lo consiguen\n\n  Esto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\n  y decir que no hay nada\n  si no lo persigues\n\n  Es muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\n  es difícil seguir en el rap bordando\n  es muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\n  es difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n\n  Cálmate\n  no te aceleres en el tempo\n  de verdad grábate algo con empeño\n  cuando enseño\n  que aquí hay mas\n  de los que todos que creen que hay\n  me dicen \" basta \"\n  probé un día la poción\n  del flow y nunca se me gasta\n\n  Es lo que me sale\n  sin temática ninguna\n  hablando siempre de lo mismo\n  de que quiero ir a la luna\n  es por mi egocentrismo\n  por que estoy tan loco\n  que no veo la realidad tal como es\n  y esas cosas que invento dudas\n\n  De lo que quiero hacer\n  que piensen chacho\n  que que cacho de matari\n  y falta unión lo veis muchachos\n\n  No entiendo para nada\n  por mucho que estoy nadando\n  lo que esta pasando aquí las cosas que están reprochando\n\n  Todos inventando mierdas\n  y yo aquí a gusto mirando\n  desde las 6: 00\n  mientras te lo voy cantando\n\n  Dando tumbos de un lado hacia otro\n  mientras veo\n  cosas que me gustan menos\n  que muchas cosas que leo\n\n  Hablan de que saben\n  de que tienen\n  de que quieren unión\n  pero nunca lo consiguen\n\n  Esto no es tirarle cuatro veces a piñón\n  y decir que no hay nada\n  si no lo persigues\n\n  Es muy fácil hacerte mas reprochando\n  es difícil seguir en el rap bordando\n  es muy fácil decir \" esto es un espanto \"\n  es difícil decir \" esto no es para tanto \"\n"},{"id":29001351,"name":"Lay It Down 2","trackName":"Lay It Down 2","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Doin It Big # Pimp Tight (Deluxe Edition)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\nI'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\nI'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\nI was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\nDamn right, I'ma do me, you do you\nBut as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\nWith no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\nWrite it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\nI'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\nWhen I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\nI'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\nRidin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\nNever been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\nOpen up to a couple women, never been a trick\nStay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\nI just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\nSo unique and original like nobody else\nEverybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\nIf you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\nI'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\nI still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\nEvolution, everything that live and breathe will change\nMusic is alive, so it's gotta do the same\nMusic, if you believe can relieve your pain\nIf music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\nThen describe how high that shit made me feel\nHow the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\nGod put it in my heart and left it up to me\nPaint a picture with my words for the world to see\nIt be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\nThey say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nTell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\nAnd it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\nAnd I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\nAnd ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\nOrange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\nIn the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\nWith the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\nWhat's your name, baby girl? She told me it was Shaquasha\nIn a three hundred thousand dollar car, I had to stop her\nI'm Pimp Tight and you know that's how I advertise\nLet it soak into your soul so my music never dies\nI'ma everlast, an unforgettable MC\nWhenever you decide to pick up the CD\nFull speed straight ahead, beep-beep, don't stop\nDJ, run it back, repeat from the top\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down 2\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: 'Doin It Big # Pimp Tight (Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\n  I'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\n  I'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\n  I was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\n  Damn right, I'ma do me, you do you\n  But as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\n  With no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\n  Write it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\n  I'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\n  When I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\n  I'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\n  Ridin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\n  Never been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\n  Open up to a couple women, never been a trick\n  Stay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\n  I just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\n  So unique and original like nobody else\n  Everybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\n  If you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\n  I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\n  I still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\n  Evolution, everything that live and breathe will change\n  Music is alive, so it's gotta do the same\n  Music, if you believe can relieve your pain\n  If music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\n  Then describe how high that shit made me feel\n  How the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\n  God put it in my heart and left it up to me\n  Paint a picture with my words for the world to see\n  It be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\n  They say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  Tell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\n  And it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n  'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\n  And I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\n  And ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\n  Orange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\n  In the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\n  With the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\n  What's your name, baby girl? She told me it was Shaquasha\n  In a three hundred thousand dollar car, I had to stop her\n  I'm Pimp Tight and you know that's how I advertise\n  Let it soak into your soul so my music never dies\n  I'ma everlast, an unforgettable MC\n  Whenever you decide to pick up the CD\n  Full speed straight ahead, beep-beep, don't stop\n  DJ, run it back, repeat from the top\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n"},{"id":2386584,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"We Are the South (Greatest Hits)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: We Are the South (Greatest Hits)\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":19891074,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Chapter 071. The Final Chapter","duration":371.591837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Chapter 071. The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 371592\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":20211204,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Chapter 207. Goin All Out `96","duration":410.716458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Chapter 207. Goin All Out `96\n  duration_ms: 410716\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":20687267,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"The Final Chapter","duration":371.591837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 371592\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":22211069,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"On the Outside Looking In","duration":321.671837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: On the Outside Looking In\n  duration_ms: 321672\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":22291607,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8ball & Mjg","albumName":"On The Outside Looking In","duration":324.282,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8ball & Mjg\n  album: On The Outside Looking In\n  duration_ms: 324282\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":36619336,"name":"Lay It Down","trackName":"Lay It Down","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"We Are the South: Greatest Hits","duration":587.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Music plays in bakground)\n(Eightball we doin this shit once again\nFor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down\nYou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nAs I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nTo show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nBitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nIn the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nBut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nBut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nTo splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nAnd if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nThe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nSo steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nYou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nAnd take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nWith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nFor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nOr be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nClaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\nTalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\nCharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\nOn the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\nA back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nMoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\nOn this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nWhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\nDon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: 'We Are the South: Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 587000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Music plays in bakground)\n  (Eightball we doin this shit once again\n  For you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  But at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  Or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":30977332,"name":"Lay It Down (Live)","trackName":"Lay It Down (Live)","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Classic Pimpin' (live)","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(eightball we doin this shit once again\nfor you fake ass niggaz lay it the fk down BEYITCH)\n\nlay it down, lay it down\nyou hoes lay it down\nlay it down, lay it down\nyou hoes lay it down\n\nOne: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nas I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nto show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nto stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nbitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nrepeat 2X\n\nTwo: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nin the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nbut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nbut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nto splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nand if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nrepeat 2X\n\nThree: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nthe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nso steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nyou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nand take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's fked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nwith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious fkin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nfor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nor be trapped in this hole for too motherfkin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nFour: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nclaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\ntalkin about why did I meet that hoe, fk the hoe\ncharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the fk you think that MJG was gonna slip\non the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\na back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nmoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\non this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nwhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfkin money hoe\ndon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nrepeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down (Live)\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Classic Pimpin' (live)\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (eightball we doin this shit once again\n  for you fake ass niggaz lay it the fk down BEYITCH)\n\n  lay it down, lay it down\n  you hoes lay it down\n  lay it down, lay it down\n  you hoes lay it down\n\n  One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  as I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  to stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  but at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  but some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  to splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  and if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  the number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  you best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  and take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's fked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious fkin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  or be trapped in this hole for too motherfkin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fk the hoe\n  charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the fk you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfkin money hoe\n  don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  repeat 2X\n"},{"id":12598021,"name":"16. Lay It Down","trackName":"16. Lay It Down","artistName":"8ball & Mjg","albumName":"We Are The South (Greatest Hits)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(music plays in bakground)\n(eightball we doin this shit once again\nfor you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\nIntro/Chorus:\n\nlay it down, lay it down\nyou hoes lay it down\nlay it down, lay it down\nyou hoes lay it down\n\nVerse One: Thorough\n\nHe's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\nWho's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\nSo don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\nOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\nWith wicked shit slick and swift\nas I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\nto show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\nYou don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\nA mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\nWe all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\nMy flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\nI represent at all cost and always got my niner out\nSo eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see you outta place\nAnd I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\nto stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\nBrushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\nWith my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\nbitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Two: Eightball\n\nIt's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\nSo much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\nOH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\nI remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\nGrab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\nin the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\nHopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\nGot dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\nWalkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\nFirst I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\nCandy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\nbut at the same time on my dick, thick\nBeat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\nI'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\nTryin to let go of my frustration\nbut some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\nI gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\nCause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\nto splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\nand if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X\n\nVerse Three: Crime Boss\n\nHere comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\nthe number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\nso steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\nyou best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\nCause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\nand take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\nI used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\nLive my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\nMy moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\nAnd nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\nI've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\nwith bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\nFive-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\nA good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\nVictim of?, shit that my momma did\nThese dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\nMy beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\nfor dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\nor be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\nIT'S ON!\n\nVerse Four: MJG\n\nThirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\nclaimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\ntalkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\ncharge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\nSuckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\non the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\na back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\nmoney off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\nWhy don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\nNow that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\nBack on the track shake that ass, make my money\nMake it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\nDrop yo panties, to let you start\nTo open your mouth, slurp and slob\non this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\nwhen you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\nCatch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\ndon't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\nOh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\nYeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\nYeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\nChorus: repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 16. Lay It Down\n  artist: 8ball & Mjg\n  album: We Are The South (Greatest Hits)\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (music plays in bakground)\n  (eightball we doin this shit once again\n  for you fake ass niggaz lay it the f**k down BEYITCH)\n\n  Intro/Chorus:\n\n  lay it down, lay it down\n  you hoes lay it down\n  lay it down, lay it down\n  you hoes lay it down\n\n  Verse One: Thorough\n\n  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown\n  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch\n  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher\n  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya\n  With wicked shit slick and swift\n  as I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents\n  to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat\n  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade\n  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave\n  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out\n  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place\n  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes\n  to stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin\n  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin\n  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown\n  bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Two: Eightball\n\n  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke\n  OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G\n  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe\n  in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak\n  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go\n  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick\n  but at the same time on my dick, thick\n  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor\n  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin\n  Tryin to let go of my frustration\n  but some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter\n\n  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a\n  to splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts\n  and if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n\n  Verse Three: Crime Boss\n\n  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed\n  the number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me\n  you best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me\n  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  and take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid\n  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's f**ked all my homies are loners\n  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs\n  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious f**kin kid\n  Victim of?, shit that my momma did\n  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches\n  for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,\n  or be trapped in this hole for too motherf**kin long\n  IT'S ON!\n\n  Verse Four: MJG\n\n  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch\n  claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  talkin about why did I meet that hoe, f**k the hoe\n  charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go\n  Suckers how the f**k you think that MJG was gonna slip\n  on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip\n  a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin\n  money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin\n  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe\n  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money\n  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash\n  Drop yo panties, to let you start\n  To open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job\n  when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door\n  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf**kin money hoe\n  don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane\n  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head\n  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down\n\n  Chorus: repeat 2X\n"},{"id":26924802,"name":"Lay it Down 2","trackName":"Lay it Down 2","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"From the Bottom 2 the Top","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\nI'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\nI'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\nI was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\nDamn right, I'ma do me, you do you\nBut as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\nWith no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\nWrite it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\nI'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\nWhen I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\nI'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\nRidin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\nNever been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\nOpen up to a couple women, never been a trick\nStay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\nI just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\nSo unique and original like nobody else\nEverybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\nIf you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\nI'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\nI still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\nEvolution, everything that live and breathe will change\nMusic is alive, so it's gotta do the same\nMusic, if you believe can relieve your pain\nIf music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\nThen describe how high that shit made me feel\nHow the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\nGod put it in my heart and left it up to me\nPaint a picture with my words for the world to see\nIt be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\nThey say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nTell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\nAnd it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\nAnd I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\nAnd ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\nOrange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\nIn the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\nWith the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\nWhat's your name, baby girl? She told me it was Shaquasha\nIn a three hundred thousand dollar car, I had to stop her\nI'm Pimp Tight and you know that's how I advertise\nLet it soak into your soul so my music never dies\nI'ma everlast, an unforgettable MC\nWhenever you decide to pick up the CD\nFull speed straight ahead, beep-beep, don't stop\nDJ, run it back, repeat from the top\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay it Down 2\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: From the Bottom 2 the Top\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\n  I'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\n  I'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\n  I was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\n  Damn right, I'ma do me, you do you\n  But as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\n  With no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\n  Write it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\n  I'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\n  When I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\n  I'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\n  Ridin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\n  Never been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\n  Open up to a couple women, never been a trick\n  Stay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\n  I just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\n  So unique and original like nobody else\n  Everybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\n  If you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\n  I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\n  I still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\n  Evolution, everything that live and breathe will change\n  Music is alive, so it's gotta do the same\n  Music, if you believe can relieve your pain\n  If music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\n  Then describe how high that shit made me feel\n  How the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\n  God put it in my heart and left it up to me\n  Paint a picture with my words for the world to see\n  It be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\n  They say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  Tell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\n  And it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n  'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\n  And I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\n  And ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\n  Orange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\n  In the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\n  With the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\n  What's your name, baby girl? She told me it was Shaquasha\n  In a three hundred thousand dollar car, I had to stop her\n  I'm Pimp Tight and you know that's how I advertise\n  Let it soak into your soul so my music never dies\n  I'ma everlast, an unforgettable MC\n  Whenever you decide to pick up the CD\n  Full speed straight ahead, beep-beep, don't stop\n  DJ, run it back, repeat from the top\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n"},{"id":26977862,"name":"Lay It Down 2","trackName":"Lay It Down 2","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"From The Bottom 2 The Top","duration":263.967347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\nI'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\nI'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\nI was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\nDamn right, I'ma do me, you do you\nBut as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\nWith no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\nWrite it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\nI'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\nWhen I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\nI'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\nRidin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\nNever been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\nOpen up to a couple women, never been a trick\nStay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\nI just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nI'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\nSo unique and original like nobody else\nEverybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\nIf you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\nI'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\nI still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\nEvolution, everything that live and breathe will change\nMusic is alive, so it's gotta do the same\nMusic, if you believe can relieve your pain\nIf music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\nThen describe how high that shit made me feel\nHow the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\nGod put it in my heart and left it up to me\nPaint a picture with my words for the world to see\nIt be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\nThey say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\nTell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\nAnd it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\nAnd I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\nAnd ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\nOrange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\nIn the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\nWith the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\nWhat's your name, baby girl? She told me it was Shaquasha\nIn a three hundred thousand dollar car, I had to stop her\nI'm Pimp Tight and you know that's how I advertise\nLet it soak into your soul so my music never dies\nI'ma everlast, an unforgettable MC\nWhenever you decide to pick up the CD\nFull speed straight ahead, beep-beep, don't stop\nDJ, run it back, repeat from the top\n\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\nLay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\nLay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\nI ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\nI ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay It Down 2\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: From The Bottom 2 The Top\n  duration_ms: 263967\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm a threat to the industry, a man on a mission\n  I'ma keep droppin' heat, I demand my position\n  I'm Pimp Tight, MJG, I know you wishin'\n  I was dead and you thinkin' to yourself, \"He still livin'\"\n  Damn right, I'ma do me, you do you\n  But as long as I'm livin', you a dude number two\n  With no hesitation, I can put the pen on the paper\n  Write it, drop it down, and lay it, hit some Henn', see you later\n  I'ma keep that heat underneath my seat\n  When I creep them streets, 'cause the streets will creep\n  I'm a Chevy thang flipper, Patrón sipper\n  Ridin' with Cinderella, got on her slippers\n  Never been a dude, boy, never been a snitch\n  Open up to a couple women, never been a trick\n  Stay feet to the ground, always keep it humble\n  I just look like this, but I still will rumble\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  I'm like such a fuckin' poet, I can't help myself\n  So unique and original like nobody else\n  Everybody seem to copy when some shit go pop\n  If you're over eighteen doin' that \"Soulja Boy\", stop\n  I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin', that's a children's dance\n  I still love it 'cause it's all rap music, man\n  Evolution, everything that live and breathe will change\n  Music is alive, so it's gotta do the same\n  Music, if you believe can relieve your pain\n  If music was a drug, I would shoot it in my vein\n  Then describe how high that shit made me feel\n  How the visions that it brought to life seemed so real\n  God put it in my heart and left it up to me\n  Paint a picture with my words for the world to see\n  It be explicit 'cause how I be livin' ain't PG\n  They say it's destructive, but it's just music to me\n\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n  Lay it down, I lay it down, lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down\n  I ain't gotta have a ring, I ain't gotta have a belt\n  I ain't gotta have a crown, I still lay it down\n\n  Tell 'em they can go and get the mic and I'm rippin'\n  And it ain't even gotta be plugs and no equipment\n  'Cause this beat givin' me juice to get loose\n  And I'm about to take the roof off my coupe\n  And ride through the hood and throw up the O-M\n  Orange Mound, that's the neighborhood that I'm in\n  In the green Cadillac with twenty-two-inch spokes\n  With the green and black guts, that thang ain't no joke\n  What's your name, baby girl? 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It's Thorough, bitch, so don't you clown\nThe sound and style of swisher after swisher\nOh, how I wish y'all would step so I can hit y'all\nWith wicked shit, slick and swift as I slaughter quick\nI ought to flip what's fluid to show you how we be doin'\nIn the Suave House Federation that is, cat\nYou don't know how it's comin' 'cause you don't know where it's at\nA mack of all trades, a low-cut type fade\nWe all paid, you'll get sprayed, so busta, behave\nMy flavor's too deep, please speak, I ain't soft\nI represent at all costs and always got my nina ross\nSo ease off 'cause you marks can't hang with me\nI got too much game in me, killin' ain't no thang to me\nGive a nut check, and I see your water breaks\nI say that to say you're a bitch and you ain't got what it takes\nTo stop the funk mother from freelance jackin'\nBrush up on your skills 'cause fool I ain't lackin'\nWith my hands on my dick, my clique is thick so don't clown\nBitches, we ain't playin', you hoes better lay it 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257840\n  end_ms: 260510\n- text: Yeah ho, now you know, I'm a pimp and I'm a clown\n  start_ms: 260510\n  end_ms: 263390\n- text: All upside your head, yeah bitch I'ma lay it down\n  start_ms: 263390\n  end_ms: 266050\n- text: Lay it down, lay it down\n  start_ms: 266050\n  end_ms: 267520\n- text: You hoes lay it down\n  start_ms: 267520\n  end_ms: 268720\n- text: Lay it down, lay it down\n  start_ms: 268720\n  end_ms: 270440\n- text: You hoes lay it down\n  start_ms: 270440\n  end_ms: 271680\n- text: Lay it down, lay it down\n  start_ms: 271680\n  end_ms: 273340\n- text: You hoes lay it down\n  start_ms: 273340\n  end_ms: 274580\n- text: Lay it down, lay it down\n  start_ms: 274580\n  end_ms: 276240\n- text: You hoes lay it down\n  start_ms: 276240\n  end_ms: 277640\n- text: Aw yeah, 8Ball in this bitch sendin' crazy shouts out to Point Blank\n  start_ms: 277640\n  end_ms: 282000\n- text: J-Smooth, Lil' Hang, Doug Mack, Lil' Low, KB and T-Mix\n  start_ms: 282000\n  end_ms: 286500\n- 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Jess, all them niggas 'round this bitch\n  start_ms: 315390\n  end_ms: 317560\n- text: H-Town, Sunny Side, all them motherfuckers in South Park\n  start_ms: 317560\n  end_ms: 320350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 320350\nplain: |-\n  We doin' this shit once again for you fake-ass niggas\n  Lay the fuck down, bitch\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Got his head tilted back and on his face is a frown\n  Who that nigga there? It's Thorough, bitch, so don't you clown\n  The sound and style of swisher after swisher\n  Oh, how I wish y'all would step so I can hit y'all\n  With wicked shit, slick and swift as I slaughter quick\n  I ought to flip what's fluid to show you how we be doin'\n  In the Suave House Federation that is, cat\n  You don't know how it's comin' 'cause you don't know where it's at\n  A mack of all trades, a low-cut type fade\n  We all paid, you'll get sprayed, so busta, behave\n  My flavor's too deep, please speak, I ain't soft\n  I represent at all costs and always got my nina ross\n  So ease off 'cause you marks can't hang with me\n  I got too much game in me, killin' ain't no thang to me\n  Give a nut check, and I see your water breaks\n  I say that to say you're a bitch and you ain't got what it takes\n  To stop the funk mother from freelance jackin'\n  Brush up on your skills 'cause fool I ain't lackin'\n  With my hands on my dick, my clique is thick so don't clown\n  Bitches, we ain't playin', you hoes better lay it down\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Sunday mornin' I'm still yawnin' from the night before\n  So much sess in my chest from the swishers I smoke\n  Oh no, who is this ho in the bed with me?\n  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name, G\n  Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed\n  Hit that ho in the head, tell her to get out my bed, you damn freak\n  Jumped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell\n  Got dressed then ran a gold comb through my curls\n  Walkin' out of the house slow, tellin' that ho come on let's go\n  First I crank up the music then hit the switch on my six-four\n  Candy-coated paint got the bitches at the bus stop\n  Sick, but at the same time on my dick\n  Thick, beat a bitch quick 'cause I'm sick\n  Full of swishers and malt liquor, I'm a killer on them sticks\n  Aggravated, hallucinatin', tryin' to let go of my frustration\n  But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient\n  I got a nine, Uzi, AK, but that shit don't matter\n  If I gotta, I will rat-a-tatta\n  To splatter the guts of a nigga with no nuts\n  And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down, man\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Here comes the one that sets fire up that fryer\n  Get higher, get a head rush\n  The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust\n  So steppin' is the wrong way that you gots to come against me\n  You best to do a drive-by and be prayin' that you hit me\n  'Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat\n  And take your ass way back\n  'Cause way back, way back in the day\n  I used to beat dope fiends down just to get paid\n  Lived my life as a hustler, sellin' drugs was my only J\n  My moms was a trick ho, I had nowhere to stay\n  And nigga that's fucked up, all my homies were loners\n  I've been homeless for ten years so I'm known on corners\n  With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killer thugs\n  5-0'S harassin' me so Crime Boss is peelin' slugs\n  A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin' kid\n  Victim of sunny side from shit that my mama did\n  These dope fiends comin' up, I'm servin' those clucker bitches\n  My beeper still goin' off, I'm thinkin' of addin' riches\n  Fuck dollars and cents, see I gotta have it goin'\n  Only trap in this hole for too motherfuckin' long\n  It's on, it's on\n\n  Thirty bustas in my yard talkin' shit 'bout a bitch\n  Claimin' to be the bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks\n  Talkin' about why did I meet that ho, fuck that ho\n  Charge that ho, break the ho, house the ho\n  Busta, that's how this pimpin' go\n  Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG is gonna slip?\n  Only reason you mad 'cause your sister couldn't pussy\n  With a back breakin', check takin', pimp nigga\n  Costly makin' money off your sister and your lady, nigga\n  I ain't tradin', why don't you niggas understand?\n  I'm the pimp, she's the ho\n  Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go\n  Back on the track, shake that ass, make my money, make it fast\n  Get your head swole, bringin' me checks, bitch bring me cash\n  Drop them panties that you start to open your mouth, slurp and slob\n  Ballin' and sick, he's a trick, you's a bitch, do your job\n  When you do, get up and go, get your cheese, hit the do'\n  Catch a cab back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin' money, ho\n  Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank\n  Aw shit, look out bitch, duck a fist, catch a plank\n  Yeah ho, now you know, I'm a pimp and I'm a clown\n  All upside your head, yeah bitch I'ma lay it down\n\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n  Lay it down, lay it down\n  You hoes lay it down\n\n  Aw yeah, 8Ball in this bitch sendin' crazy shouts out to Point Blank\n  J-Smooth, Lil' Hang, Doug Mack, Lil' Low, KB and T-Mix\n  The South Circle in this bitch\n  MC Breed, my nigga Boo, JB, Lil' Adrian\n  T-Money up in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  We all up in this bitch\n  New Orleans, we sendin' crazy shouts out\n  Atlanta, my niggas Top Lock and Cincinnati\n  Memphis, y'all know y'all in this bitch\n  Orange Mound thicker than a motherfucker\n  The motherfuckin' Federation, Thorough, Renegade, Kapow\n  That nigga Crime Boss, we all in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Poison Clan, Lou, Warren Lee, Lil'\n  Jess, all them niggas 'round this bitch\n  H-Town, Sunny Side, all them motherfuckers in South Park\n"},{"id":28999919,"name":"Lay It Down (feat. 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