🎵 Now We Lay ’Em Down // by Tha Eastsidaz

11 ContributorsNow We Lay ’Em Down Lyrics [Intro: Lokane & Snoop Dogg] Ohh, ohh Hehe Ayy, ayy That shit gangsta right there, funky (Haha, haha, haha) Ohh, ohh Yeah (Haha, yeah) Ayy, ayy (Dogghouse, haha, Dogg Pound) This shit gangsta right here, hm (Woo) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and, uh Eastside, Long Beach drop the hizammer We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays LB, QB, DPGC (Hey) Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise Them Eastside boys is the real McCoy's (Eastside) We walkin' through the projects sippin' on a 40 (Uh-huh) Rippin' (Rippin'), dippin', and spittin' at your shorty (What's up?) You may think I'm outta bounds, but I think I'm in (Woo) I holla at my folks before I check on in (What up? What's up, my nigga?) Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin We settin' up shop on the East Coast now (East Coast now) Dogghouse, nigga, the big bow wow (Bow wow) And we higher than a motherfucker (We higher), East Side up It's like this and like that, motherfucker Eastside [Chorus: Kokane] So wide you can't get around it (Get around it) So low you can't get under it, now (Now) So high you can't get over it I just want to make your day, day, yeah This is the chance This is the chance To make your day, day, yeah (Hahaha) 'Cause men don't have no restrictions (Restrictions) Day, yeah (Uh) My nigga, hahaha [Verse 2: Goldie Loc] Hm, yeah Wakin' up late off a fucked up day I was Henn Dogg sippin' (Straight up) Straight Dogghouse Crippin' (What up?) Fuck wit' us and get that ass bombed out Save some smoke, for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangstas bang (Eastside!) Sagg, wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs (C'mon, man, c'mon) Swerve through the Eastside, loc, scoop up the homies (Bang, bang) Bang them other fools cuz them bustas don't know me It seems like this is my only chance to get rich Invest in my chips, never chippin' off a bitch Trip (nigga), bring that bomb to me Underwater with Kokane, crackin' with P-O-P (Pop, pop) Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong I'm faded like Cheech and Chong (Nigga) Watch out for the second hand smoke [Verse 3: Big Tray Deee] Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a rida (Cu-rip) Represented mines to be a true Eastsida (Yeah, nigga) Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips No restrictions, takin' off as soon as friction Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in (Pop, pop, pop) Pimp brim, khaki suit, and Stacy biscuits And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches Keep 'em workin' somethin' everywhere we go (Check us out) Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe (Yeah, yeah) West Coast to the fullest, but I bang the East Mad mothafuckin' side of that city Long Beach (Long Beach) So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up And, oh, fo sho, I'm 'bouta throw the Eastside up (Eastside!) And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at Point blank, nigga [Outro: Big Tray Deee & Kokane] Well, alright Dogghouse style (Dogghouse style) LB, QB East Saint Louis, East Cincinnati (Hahaha) East Oakland (Hahaha), yeah All them mothafuckin' east sides We doin' this G style (Ohh, ohh) Dogghouse style, from the mothafuckin' G perspective (Well, alright) (Ohh, ohh) Hittin' you niggas with that mothafuckin' gangsta shit (Ayy, ayy) Just another one of those ghetto national anthems (Ehehe) Snoop Dogghouse Presents Eastsidaz Hohh, tudelick the dumb ghetto starchild for you off to ponder (Ayy, ayy) They say if in the clear pond, hit them all, Eastside'll still be bangin' in space Hoh, y'all ain't know on how Dogghouse records is cold? (Ohh, ohh) Nigga, we more colder than rail shit (Hayy, hayy) More colder than pink when pussy caught in a seal dick You know (Hahaha) There's no limits to what we can do, playboy, ahh (Hoh, hoh) This game is in the eye of the beholder, money folder (Ayy, ayy) Ahaha, they say, uh, we all got 'em hooked (Hoh, hoh) We three times mo' deeper than all the Donald Goines books (Ayy, ayy) Well, all right (Ahaha) Woah Woah, hoh Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy) Hehehe Ohh, hoh Ayy, hayy (Ehehe) Ohh, hohh Ayy, hayy (Ehehe) Well, all right Ohh, hohh (Ooh) Ayy, hayy (Ehehe) Here's a toast, to the LBC, we'll drink to that...