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Lay Low

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishing

using the same flow cadence
Rhyming different rhythms for you
Is a different language
To make it on a playlist
You gotta put out some fake shit
It's sad

I'll make you my Mark, and call it Omni, you not Invincible
I make you feel small like your presence is invisible
I'm the Original, you're a sired

Make you stop in slow motion, better be having good times
Memories, telling me that I've been gone for sometimes
Limelights, always by my side throughout

Cruising down the one baby while we puffing on some loud 
It's a vibe 
Fucking in the ride 
Parked up at the crib 
But we couldn't make it inside 
It's

on the waves while we jump in slow motion
Or we can chill in the crib smoking loud
Or drink a fifth a jack with my favorite person in town
If it's cool with you

it up, run through the bag, yeah
Tryna make me a hundred mil'
Make another, have a hundred still, no cap
Run it up, run it up, run it up fast Fuck you

And make it worthy of the wait
Let's go sit down by your fireplace be like
(Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm)

You gotta say it out loud
Make me feel just how you want my

"You good? You good, homie? Aight."

Yeah
Yeah

Fuck all that noise, I got this loud
Roll it up, smoke it up, puff these clouds
So much smoke, done

and round till I crash right in front of you
It's over
Start over

You could never make it on your own
Like your rum need a chaser with a little coke
These

Eh eh yeah yeah yeah
Yeah eh yeah yeah yeah
Yeah eh

I give it all that I got yeah
I put in all of my efforts
Imma make the best of
Every situation

truly understands
So much pressure I gotta be the man 

I'm addicted 
I need an escape plan for the weekend 
Lean, weed, loud, it could be the internet

Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down!
From blocks and blocks away you could hear the boom, blam, bumble!
Yo, we're gonna kick it once!

Bi-big

him back then it’s over with
You plug ain’t got nothing that get you stuck
But I got that pressure that make em flip 

Pre-chorus: 
Weed loud
Smoking

by the ghost of my past
Broken bones in a cast
And I know that I last
So I run super fast
And I put it the past
Now I'm feeling silly gassed
Gotta find

broke
It cost an arm and a leg just to buy some fucking hope
Or is it the other way around life these days is so confusing
Dictating the way you sound by

and proud and lie
Hey can you hear me now oh my
What if I say it really loud
I guess I'll try
Or can you see my legs shaking
And that my throat is tightening

Show Me the Way

Dilated Peoples

Directors of Photography [LP]

2014

me the way, somebody show me the way

It's routine, by the beach I rise
First up, I hit the weed then I bleach my eyes
Then it's to the drum

Spyder cockpit
It's Jacob Custom makes me fire watches
Inspired by Cool J drivin' Saabs
With Cut Creator right beside him drivin' Mazdas
I was labeled

this track so loud today God himself would be proud
Someday somehow I'm gunna make a beat that'll get you all up out ya seat
Like relief pulling

And the screaming only makes it go faster

Strap in cause the truth hurts
Its 1 in 4 women, think of all those around you and count it out! Count it outta loud!
Think

time.
Am I dreamin' or still sleepin'?
I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it out.

Now you're gone, and I'm here,
and I feel so bitter.
Waking up alive,

I’m Still Alive

Saving Abel

Miss America

2010

time.
And my dreamin' of still sleepin'
I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it out.

Now you're gone, and I'm here,
And I feel so bitter.
Waking up

go turned up to the sunlight, never turned down
Passing by like a Mary go round
Had to hit a 180, turn my life around
Leveling up, it's amazing now I