So low, so low, I'm low Low, so low, so low, and low Did it fit this way When you see my face Won't you help me babe So low, so low, so low, and low
truth comes second, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious Acting so damn mysterious Got your shades on your eyes And your heels so
hands all over me, baby You can't stop there Music still playing in the background And you're almost there You can do it, I believe in you, baby So
he wishes he could escape this But it all seems so contagious Not to be yourself and faceless In a song that has no soul I remember feeling low And
while B.I.G. sings You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours (music fades)
Now what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
job and do what's right And make you my partner for life So we can chill and have a little fun So we can chill and have some little ones So we can chill
uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
tight (Yeah) So, when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swang it M-J fucking G, I ain't really new to this shit Just wanna add something new to the list, so tell
So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music, it
this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front
fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me Turn the music down low
you're mine, all mine Play the music low And sway to the rhythm of love Play the music low And sway to the music of love Yeah, sway to the music of love
What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood