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
译文: 教会. 低调行事.
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
me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low '
I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy I hear these streets is so greasy That's why I get high I'm in the cool, finger in the sky Doing about 100 in
, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low
headed, son? Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches
upward 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
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
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 virgins
, Before we had our beats made, before we had a DJ, We'd rock to a beat box, before that shit was clichA©d, You see mate, I refused to lay low and gave
baby(Yo Yo down to da river take it to da river) Goin' down Goin' down baby(We goin' down to da river) (T-BONE:) I'm gonna lay down All of my glocks
