Lay It Down

[Illmaculate] Look... cats saying that I fell off I’ll just give you what I felt y’all need You prolly won’t find me in no Ed Hardy It’s white tees, plain jeans, LRG And everywhere I go you can smell my trees So excuse me if I trail off please Hit the sand lot, re-up a new batch of CDs And leave the country like, "Bet you I could sell all these" Give the man props, can't stop for real Last shot, and John Hancock the bill As far as rap got this, padlock with skill I saw to that, still got a cash crop to build The lab is the crack spot And I ain’t playing with ’em It’s been monkey bars ever since the sand box G’s beats lay the backdrop We a combo here, more like almost there’s than them have-nots Man, watch!