Lay Low
The Game feat. M.O.B. Lyrics
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In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat,
Smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya'll know the way I rhyme,
I'm a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,
Get your wife good and ball it out till your time up.
Want to kill him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
Wasn't for the flows,
Wouldn't be no hoes jocking and breaking their necks to get your's,
So I suppose, rockin' show, knocking hoes,
Flockin, I'm clocking dough, I control,
Rock-n-roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load,
And they come through shoot it up,
Fist fight, threw it up,
Terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.
No question we'll bust glocks in fast cars,
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
We got a few with us, none 50 trust,
You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up.
Chorus - The Game
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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
She's Tony Yayo,
And they kicked him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
He's on 50's payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain't the po-po.
Verse 2 - Techniec
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You rap guys better stick to rap,
Cause colliding with hood niggas that spit it
Will get you so call killas clapped.
And you'll think it's the fans,
But my niggas got the M 1 Sixes, get loose in the stands,
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in his pants.
So I'ma just fall back, nigga I could lose you for a grand,
No gunpowder, residue in the hand.
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can,
I spit grams, till the check in the hand,
When the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,
Or I'll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam!
Chorus - The Game
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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
She's Tony Yayo,
And they kicked him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
He's on 50's payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain't the po-po.
Verse 3 - The Game
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Drive-by, violator in the Bentley coupe,
Ghost town outside, ain't nobody to shoot.
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot,
They call you state evidence for all the dime's y'all dropped.
Real love cause I'm a million dollar killa,
Got banana clips for you so called gorillas.
G-Unit cap peeling till I D I E,
You looking for me, Southern Cali is where I be.
Chorus - The Game
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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
She's Tony Yayo,
And they kicked him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
He's on 50's payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I ain't the po-po.
The lyrics to "Lay Low" by The Game featuring Techniec are an intense display of lyrical prowess and hard-hitting rhymes. The first verse by Techniec talks about his confidence in his rap skills and his ability to ball out with his success. He also speaks about the power that rap has over women and how it's the driving force behind many artists' success. The verse is also laced with violent imagery and the idea that Techniec and his crew are not to be messed with.
The chorus by The Game shifts the focus to G-Unit member Tony Yayo, who's been badmouthing The Game and is now on 50 Cent's payroll. The Game warns Yayo to stop messing with him, or he'll end up dead. He also throws shade at the other members of G-Unit, who he considers snitches, and reveals that he threw out his G-Unit chain.
Verse 2 by Techniec doubles down on the violent imagery and talks about how rappers should stick to rap and not mess with hood niggas. Techniec warns that his crew is armed and ready to take out any threats to their success. He also references the money he's making from rap and how he demands respect.
The final verse by The Game takes a turn towards the violent and talks about his history as a killer. He refers to himself as a "million dollar killer" and brags about the amount of violence he's brought to the streets. The verse also shows The Game's willingness to continue fighting and killing, even as he flees his enemies.
Overall, "Lay Low" is a showcase of lyrical talent and hard-edged rap that deals with the themes of violence, power, and respect.
Line by Line Meaning
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat,
I am out here hustling with my music and carrying a gun to protect myself.
Smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya'll know the way I rhyme,
I am constantly creating new and innovative rhymes while I ride in my car.
I'm a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,
I am confident in my abilities and have a flashy, showy style.
Get your wife good and ball it out till your time up.
Enjoy life to the fullest and live in the moment with your loved ones before it is too late.
Want to kill him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
If you have a problem with someone, take care of it swiftly and harshly.
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.
I would rather be wealthy and successful than be with a disrespectful and low-value woman.
Wasn't for the flows, Wouldn't be no hoes jocking and breaking their necks to get your's,
Without my unique style of rapping, women would not be attracted to me or interested in interacting with me.
So I suppose, rockin' show, knocking hoes,
I perform and entertain for crowds while simultaneously attracting women and gaining their attention.
Flockin, I'm clocking dough, I control,
I am successful in my career and have power and influence over my own life.
Rock-n-roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load, And they come through shoot it up,
I perform my music alongside my trusted and loyal team, ready for any conflict or altercation that may arise.
Fist fight, threw it up, Terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.
We are unbeatable and unstoppable, feared by our enemies and respected by our peers.
No question we'll bust glocks in fast cars, Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
We are a dangerous and formidable group, willing to use violence and intimidation to get what we want.
We got a few with us, none 50 trust, You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up.
We have a select few that we trust, but the rest of you are not to be trusted and should back off.
Drive-by, violator in the Bentley coupe, Ghost town outside, ain't nobody to shoot.
I am driving around with a weapon in my expensive car, but there are no enemies around to engage in violence with.
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot, They call you state evidence for all the dime's y'all dropped.
I am known for my violent behavior and eliminating my enemies, while you are known for snitching and cooperating with authorities.
Real love cause I'm a million dollar killa, Got banana clips for you so called gorillas.
I am a successful and wealthy individual who is not afraid to use weapons to defend myself against those who claim to be tough.
G-Unit cap peeling till I D I E, You looking for me, Southern Cali is where I be.
I am representing and defending my crew until the day I die, and can be found residing in Southern California.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po.
I do not associate with snitches or law enforcement, which is why I got rid of my G-Unit chain.
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit, She's Tony Yayo, And they kicked him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips, He's on 50's payroll.
Someone from the G-Unit crew is talking badly about me, specifically Tony Yayo, who was kicked out of my house and now speaks negatively about me because he is being paid by 50 Cent.
Contributed by Ryan P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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