bass down low Ba-ba-ba-bass down low Ba-bass, bass down low I, I, I like my beats fast And my bass down low Bass, bass down low Ba-bass, bass down low
grave He moves -- he moves with the sound And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The gator rides low in the water
Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves
that's why I'm not bitter 'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga America was stole from he Indians, show and prove What was that? A straight up nigga move A low
, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When somethings broke, I wanna put a bit of fixin on it When somethings bored, I wanna put a little exciting on it If somethings low
must fall There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all Not with all Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July Sun so hot, the clouds so low,
We were doomed from the start, as most lovers are are. Why am I doing this? Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow, I would lie in it. We're down in
We were doomed from the start, as lovers are. Why am I doing this? Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow, I would lie in it. We're down in the basement
' heat as I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through
flippin', if ah nigga ain't got my back (Chorus) [Layzie] Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
Execution double nine style Steadily sendin' them bodies undaground It'll be all about that llelo bank roll Betta make that money man, dead wrong Put it on the low
why me thugs should put slugs in that ass They telly and me never want to see no Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low If he scared
could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low In the game with the number one
your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I wish ya would Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga don't test my hood A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave
inside of a grave The other one is in a closed top coffin You still talking, like you the old G When you was locked down though, you was low key The
inside of a grave. The other one is in a closed top coffin. You still talking, like you the old G, when you was locked down thou you was low key. The
Yeah Yeah Yo It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinite Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It
