Now We Lay ’Em Down

Lyrics

[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 Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise Them Eastside boys is the real McCoy's We walkin' through the projects sippin' on a 40 Rippin', dippin, and spittin' at your shorty You may think I'm outta bounds, but I think I'm in I holla at my folks before I check on in Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin We settin' up shop on the East Coast now Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow And we higher than a motherfucker, East Side up It's like this and like that motherfucker Eastside [Kokane] So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it, 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 'Cause men don't have no restrictions My nigga [Goldie Loc] Wakin' up late off a fucked up day I was Henn Dogg sippin', straight Dogg House crippin' 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 gangsters bang (Eastside!) Sag wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs (C'mon) Swerve through the eastside Loc, scoop up the homies (Bang, bang) Bang them other fools cuz them busters 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, bring that bomb to me Underwater with Kokane, crackin with P-O-P Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong I'm faded like Cheech and Chong Watch out for the second hand smoke [Tray Deee] Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah Represented mines to be a true Eastsida 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 Pimp brim, khaki suit, and Stacy biscuits And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches Keep 'em workin' somethin' everywhere we go Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe West coast to the fullest, but I bang the East Mad muthafuckin' side of that city 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! And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at Point blank, nigga