They'll be obvious to anyone down here How to stay low, how to lay out Do you know who is your foe How to lay low in a storm How to lay low, how to
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Lay Low.
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin,
for cheddar It's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
their a-hole But that's just the way it goes, I pay no mind to banks close I know it takes two to tango, so I lay low We brush 'em off age yo (oh!), not
up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers I need
: The gravity here is just sick for revenge It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . . The sky seems so low, It hasn't moved this slow Since the
toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the Pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying
shit nigga YA smell me Shouts out to my nigga NORE I'll never take another man's glory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Now you know me, I be low key
is needed when its time for me to go i spent my whole life on this KC street the PASEO where the real stay and the fake sees heat gangstas lay low, get
on sunday Fucked your teacher? 7th grader Under bleachers Loosing data Smokin reefer Hostla migo, hostla laygo Santa Fe hoes After I pop, I stop and lay low
Up near the border where the cruel white water Drowns vagabond who sleeps too low Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns Tracked the misty mountain
only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin
When you're low and I'm feeling awry And it's time to say goodnight When you finally lay your soul to rest I'll be falling asleep on an empty street
shit nigga ya smell me Shouts out to my nigga Nore I'll never take another man's glory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Now you know me, I be low key
