作曲 : Nance, Thomas, Virgil ... (feat. Big Tymers And Christina) [Verse 1 - Turk] look, look, look I done told you once and I'm not gon say it no mo' Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through Now ******, look here, you know you down bad round Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around You must be trippin, what you think you debo? I don't care who you is what you think that I'm a hoe? Never that never was and never would be I got a gat, I ain't just totin tryin to see I'm bout to pull off some my rype *******t Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you ******* Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, ****** I got cha But I'ma do,you and bet the next ****** don't try me I'ma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body Playin raw like Gotti wrong like Gotti, you wack your hoe And flea off in my Limo-tinted up- Ram [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round- Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down [Verse 2 - Christina] Off top, ****** it I show up at ya block and see Wit about fifty glocks And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot Pull up in the light, with a coupe With a bag, matchin my boots I ain't here to be cute, I'm here to bring the truth But I gotta letcha ******* know exacly how I do I know ******* be like, "she can't really fight Ain't no ghetto in her", till I put the medal in her Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, ****** Shanelle *******t, I'm down to bring couple of nails ******* I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin Up-chick up before bullets start leakin I locked up and got my poker face on A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on Chumps get done ****** with the lady don Take your arms leave reachless *******t, I leave you speechless Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down [Verse 3 - Baby] Let's go ******* ****** take that frown down, before we tear it down Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta *******t should have been went down In the club, high off that fire woodie Right now, I guess it's bout time to holla woodie Didn't a ****** like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round Lay'em down, ****** over'em the ****** ain't nothin but a clown Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down Shot callin, I never get my hands dirty These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies Off that bottle, I'm bad and I'm nervous ****** Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin Cross the court, ******s whisperin and they nervous Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy Don't get it twisted, it's Cash Money real estate Platinum bullets, let his family see his ****** face [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you sprak like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down (let's go)
作曲 : Nance, Thomas, Virgil ... (feat. Big Tymers And Christina) [Verse 1 - Turk] look, look, look I done told you once and I'm not gon say it no mo' Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through Now ******, look here, you know you down bad round Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around You must be trippin, what you think you debo? I don't care who you is what you think that I'm a hoe? Never that never was and never would be I got a gat, I ain't just totin tryin to see I'm bout to pull off some my rype *******t Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you ******* Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, ****** I got cha But I'ma do,you and bet the next ****** don't try me I'ma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body Playin raw like Gotti wrong like Gotti, you wack your hoe And flea off in my Limo-tinted up- Ram [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round- Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down [Verse 2 - Christina] Off top, ****** it I show up at ya block and see Wit about fifty glocks And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot Pull up in the light, with a coupe With a bag, matchin my boots I ain't here to be cute, I'm here to bring the truth But I gotta letcha ******* know exacly how I do I know ******* be like, "she can't really fight Ain't no ghetto in her", till I put the medal in her Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, ****** Shanelle *******t, I'm down to bring couple of nails ******* I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin Up-chick up before bullets start leakin I locked up and got my poker face on A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on Chumps get done ****** with the lady don Take your arms leave reachless *******t, I leave you speechless Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down [Verse 3 - Baby] Let's go ******* ****** take that frown down, before we tear it down Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta *******t should have been went down In the club, high off that fire woodie Right now, I guess it's bout time to holla woodie Didn't a ****** like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round Lay'em down, ****** over'em the ****** ain't nothin but a clown Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down Shot callin, I never get my hands dirty These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies Off that bottle, I'm bad and I'm nervous ****** Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin Cross the court, ******s whisperin and they nervous Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy Don't get it twisted, it's Cash Money real estate Platinum bullets, let his family see his ****** face [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me dogg I heard you sprak like four round- Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down- Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down- Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round- Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down (let's go)
