Lay It Down, P2 8Ball (Ft. Diddy, Ice Cube & MJG)

[Chorus?]
Lay it down, hoes lay it down
Lay it down, hoes lay it down
Lay it down, hoes lay it down

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
It's all about the cheese, nigga fuck what you thinking
Roll a blunt and fall asleep, [?] leave them sinking
My lungs full of smoke, they dreaming
My mama wasn't ready for my daddy's evil seaman
Boom, out the woom in the delivery room
Smoking blunts, drinking yak, bumping rap tunes
Head full of immanges of pimp niggas and slick bitches
Hoes that kiss niggas, and fuck niggas to get they riches
We still pimpin, ho so hit your knees and break me off
[?] label me the underboss
Crime cost, flossin, and he found dead
[?] bullet holes in your head
[?] dragging bitches to they grave site
Go to the studio, fuck a ho and catch a flight
[?] before I cock and bust
Niggas better lay it down, try to fuck with us

[Chorus?]
Lay it down, hoes lay it down
Lay it down, hoes lay it down
Lay it down, hoes lay it down