Low Down Songtext
von Lil 1/2 Dead
Low Down Songtext
Yeah
Finna do some do-lo, with the low down, show down
Yeah
That nigga Half Dead
My little homie Quicc 2 Mac
You know what I′m sayin?
You better watch your back
Niggas hit me up with that wrong hood approach
Don't you know I′m Mr. H.D.?
Loc up and get yo ass smoked
I'm 'bout to bust for you niggas and you niggettes
I′m bound to get you wizzy by the numbers in my chizzaks
If you ain′t knowin'
The niggas who I bail with and stale with
Before the chronic smoke I be blowin′ (Haaa)
Stop by the tracks to see if my hoes is hoein, cause I know that
You know I gots to keep my money blowin' (That′s right)
Like some juice juice I get loose with the deuce
But I gots to keep my strap by my side
In case I have to shoot (Ooh yeah)
Another nigga who was jealous for the simple fact that
I can rap and he can't
Lil nigga pass the dank
And let me tell you what I been through
I did shit and pulled licks
As a kid before I hit the show-biz
But now I′m makin' CDs, records, and tapes
And in the meantime bustin' freestyle to Elevate
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can′t go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain′t you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain't leavin′ til it's tore down
You knowin′ how it go down
I'm dumpin′ punks in trunks and packin' puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
Now I gots to go into my cookie jar
And grab my strap about my shit
Cause I'm a superstar
It′s a mystery on how we fits to be but that′s history
Hostyle will drop an album on the spot to show the industry (What?)
That we got cuts
Plus we got guts
So what you wanna do?
Hook-up, if not then back up
I gets my floss on when I'm in my Mustang (Uh-huh)
Pullin′ up beaten, with my T-Top off
Too Short on the mic was my idol, nigga
So I got put up on gang to make my Mac grow bigger
I put in work like Shaka Zulu
I'm comin′ through with boowoop
And C.H.A.O.S. pitched the new rule
For bustin' freestyle with Hostyle and whiskey
We was up on stage gettin′ robbed by the Fifties
And one more thing
Hostyle clique will serve pain
And fulfill your needs in this motherfuckin' rap game
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can't go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain′t you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain′t leavin' til it′s tore down
You knowin' how it go down
I′m dumpin' punks in trunks and packin′ puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
Nigga, how in the fuck are you supposed to feel?
When L.B. niggas drop shit that's real
Still, we shoulda stacked large amounts
For you hookers and niggas who got dick in your mouth
Out in the city and around the world
Trick sluts and you Playboys and girls
All on my niggas because I drop cuts
But H.D. Dogg will be that nigga who don't give a fuck
About now one of you trick ass bitches
Hittin′ switches in my 60 deuce collectin′ riches
I put this down with the shit I drop
This high supply, I'll serve a nigga like a stack of rocks
I got the skills that pays the bills (That′s right)
So sit back for a second nigga and chill
I'll be that nigga who would never sin
Better do the industry with that gangsta lean
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can′t go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain't you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain′t leavin' til it's tore down
You knowin′ how it go down
I′m dumpin' punks in trunks and packin′ puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
You better slow your roll
Messin' with them Eastside niggas
L.B. Central
Nine-Six
Nigga
Finna do some do-lo, with the low down, show down
Yeah
That nigga Half Dead
My little homie Quicc 2 Mac
You know what I′m sayin?
You better watch your back
Niggas hit me up with that wrong hood approach
Don't you know I′m Mr. H.D.?
Loc up and get yo ass smoked
I'm 'bout to bust for you niggas and you niggettes
I′m bound to get you wizzy by the numbers in my chizzaks
If you ain′t knowin'
The niggas who I bail with and stale with
Before the chronic smoke I be blowin′ (Haaa)
Stop by the tracks to see if my hoes is hoein, cause I know that
You know I gots to keep my money blowin' (That′s right)
Like some juice juice I get loose with the deuce
But I gots to keep my strap by my side
In case I have to shoot (Ooh yeah)
Another nigga who was jealous for the simple fact that
I can rap and he can't
Lil nigga pass the dank
And let me tell you what I been through
I did shit and pulled licks
As a kid before I hit the show-biz
But now I′m makin' CDs, records, and tapes
And in the meantime bustin' freestyle to Elevate
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can′t go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain′t you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain't leavin′ til it's tore down
You knowin′ how it go down
I'm dumpin′ punks in trunks and packin' puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
Now I gots to go into my cookie jar
And grab my strap about my shit
Cause I'm a superstar
It′s a mystery on how we fits to be but that′s history
Hostyle will drop an album on the spot to show the industry (What?)
That we got cuts
Plus we got guts
So what you wanna do?
Hook-up, if not then back up
I gets my floss on when I'm in my Mustang (Uh-huh)
Pullin′ up beaten, with my T-Top off
Too Short on the mic was my idol, nigga
So I got put up on gang to make my Mac grow bigger
I put in work like Shaka Zulu
I'm comin′ through with boowoop
And C.H.A.O.S. pitched the new rule
For bustin' freestyle with Hostyle and whiskey
We was up on stage gettin′ robbed by the Fifties
And one more thing
Hostyle clique will serve pain
And fulfill your needs in this motherfuckin' rap game
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can't go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain′t you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain′t leavin' til it′s tore down
You knowin' how it go down
I′m dumpin' punks in trunks and packin′ puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
Nigga, how in the fuck are you supposed to feel?
When L.B. niggas drop shit that's real
Still, we shoulda stacked large amounts
For you hookers and niggas who got dick in your mouth
Out in the city and around the world
Trick sluts and you Playboys and girls
All on my niggas because I drop cuts
But H.D. Dogg will be that nigga who don't give a fuck
About now one of you trick ass bitches
Hittin′ switches in my 60 deuce collectin′ riches
I put this down with the shit I drop
This high supply, I'll serve a nigga like a stack of rocks
I got the skills that pays the bills (That′s right)
So sit back for a second nigga and chill
I'll be that nigga who would never sin
Better do the industry with that gangsta lean
On my way up, gotta stay up, I can′t go down
So fools all lose when we throw down at the show down
Ain't you heard the low down?
I hit your city like a midi and ain′t leavin' til it's tore down
You knowin′ how it go down
I′m dumpin' punks in trunks and packin′ puff for the slow down
Slow down, slow, slow, slow down
You better slow your roll
Messin' with them Eastside niggas
L.B. Central
Nine-Six
Nigga
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