Lay You Down (Explicit)

I don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

I've been out in L.A. with Dre and Snoop for so long

I'm finna Crip walk and put some motherfucking khakis on

No, that's aight, man, I ain't got nothing to prove

I'm still rich but I still live like I got nothing to lose

Look, man, I don't know what you've been drinking

I don't know what you've been thinking

But get outta line and it's oops upside your head

The media, they write whatever they choose

And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news

These other rap **** couldn't walk in my shoes

Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop something

Well, tell them **** they can pop this and stop fronting

You heard of me but do you know how I get down?

Stay with a vest on, roll with a couple tre-pounds

In case you motherfuckers want to jump bad now

I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

I don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Hitting **** from long range for writing the wrong things

My name young Buck but I look like a old man

Just 'cause I like ice, don't compare me to Lil Wayne

I make rap ****, disappear like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot, but no more than 50

I don't dance, what I look like signing with Diddy

I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit with me

And on command, we spray, give a fuck who we hittin'

What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty

Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip

Crips and Bloods, they show me love like I'm claiming a set

These industry **** know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers

Ten people showed up, that's why your show got cancelled

50, whatever, they did to the kid, it's handled

**** calling for these features but they get no answers

Fuck y'all ****

I don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Everywhere we go, guess who's number one

We won't stop, every Billboard chart

We number one, number one, number one

Man, we own that slot, we won't stop

I don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you've been thinking

Don't know what you've been drinking

But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her

****, all I got is hot shit, the kids call me Dr. Pepper

And I don't mean soda

The 16 top shot loader, I'll bend your ass up like yoga

You're fucking with a soldier

I'm selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder

So please keep talking

So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-walking

The birds keep hawking, why?

'Cause I'm burning every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston

I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch, I don't argue

I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick

Them **** that Javey with, got guns on the big body tip

And if they pull out, you'd prolly shit

Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures

Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

Shit