Lil' O

Lil' O - Lay Down Da Law lyrics

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[Intro]

Can't stop, playa I refuse to lose

Shed many tears over years, see I paid my dues

I won't stop, see survival ain't no joke

Cause I'd rather be dead, than live my whole life broke

And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (yeah)

And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (come on)

And I can't stop (yeah), and I won't stop (huh)

And I can't stop (what), y'all know who this is

[Lil' O]

Haters yell mama-mia, when I drop the top yelling Southsi' for li'

Hop out the two seater, with a bad bitch named Kanchita

Let the eater, play a peter

I'm a Southside super playa, you marks like it deeper

Southwest block bleeder, (you ain't shit) stop lying

Hater quit crying, cause you see starched and ironed

But I ain't gon trip, I understand why you hate us

We hopping out of bubble X, wearing alligators

Dirty South heavy weighter, Fat Rat with the Cheese

Went from fifty packs to fifty stacks, I'm holding the streets

Holding my heat, it ain't sweet boy I still get's raw

But I don't shoot boys no more, I send killers for y'all

You can find me at the bar, baby busting bottles open

But bar none boys around me, all these bitches scoping

Knowing I ain't gotta ask, tonight I'm hitting them skins

I dedicate this to the D.A., and the guards in the Penn

[Hook x2]

I'ma ball till I fall, drink some Cristal

Hit some jazzy broads, trick up in the mall

See flicks we never saw, make these haters drop they jaws

Like the cash on my ass, I'ma lay down the law

[Lil' O]

Now it's twenty inches, on a six hundred Benz

Plus the license and insurance, I got corners to bend

I got money to spend, a lot of bitches few friends

I'm trying to ball till I fall, addicted to Benjamins

We the movers and the shakers, the heavy hitters

They heavyweighters the bitch breakers, the ki bakers

You can't mistake us, for the fakers

We thugging baby, in the Dirty South Houston Tex chunk calling grace

I keep the blades on the Range Ro', hit some blocks

Open the roof, let the sunshine hit my rocks

I'm in the church every Sunday, thanking God for my stock

No one performs against me, shall prosper I can't stop

Bust your glock if you feel me, went from nothing to known

Loading model bitches numbers, in my cellular phone

Before I let the jackers get me, I'll be blasting my chrome

Knowing God blessed the child, that can hold his own

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

One day I'll be the biggest of the bosses, like Colassis see me flossing

In Rolls Royces packing Nina Ross's, back to back Ferarri horses

Take no shorts no losses, I make choices in life

Ball till I fall hustle hard, shine in the face of the shife

And if these haters take my life, know that I died as a hustler

And bury me in my gators, bald faded shining my clusters

See these busters laughed at me, didn't cry stayed humble

See if you struggle then you hustle, so I grinded and chuckled

Then I showed up blowed up, put it in they face

Then put em in a coffin, I mean put em in they place

Cause they tried to get raw, but them boys got baked

Cause I could look into they eyes, and just tell they was gay

Ain't nothing fake, about this

Whoever ain't down, getting taken out quick

And if rap don't work, it's back to breaking down bricks

And running up in spots and just taking y'all shit, I'm serious bout my chips

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

Still can't stop, still won't stop [x10]

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