Letra Layed out Dj Kayslay

Layed out

[feat. Bun B, Twista, Papoose, Dorrough, Young Chris & Jay Rock]

[Intro: DJ KaySlay's Hot97 Intro]
Warning! (Warning!) Warning! (Warning!) Warning! (Warning!)
The drama king is in the building! The drama king is in the building!

[Chorus: 50
Cent sample from "How We Do" (Bun B)]
Somebody gon' get layed the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get layed the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get layed! - Some-some-some- somebody...

Somebody gon' get layed the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get layed the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get layed the fuck out! (Okay!)
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get layed the fuck out! (Lay 'em out then!) - Some-some-some- somebody...

[Bun B:]
II Trill gladiator Rap-A-Lot soldier (soldier!)
Fingers up, haters down, niggas should have told ya. (told ya!)
Talkin' down on this team you must be on meth (meth!)
We nothin' but them riders and we ridin to the death! (death!)
Ya better make a left 'fore it won't be alright! ('right!)
Cause when niggas get the ridin' bitch we ridin all night! (night!)
And you'll be amazed ('mazed!)
When we get to disrespectin' niggas like we Kanye - at the VMA's. - Hold up!

[Chorus: 50
Cent sample from "How We Do"]
Somebody gon' get layed the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get laid the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get laid the fuck out!
Some-some-some- somebody gon' get laid! - Some-some-some-somebody...

[Twista:]
Let-'em-know-it's-all-good-even-though-they-know-that-Twis'-misunderstood
Stay slick - talk shit! - I wish (I wish!) - you Would (you Would!)
I ride (I ride!) - stay strapped (stay strapped!) - I box (I box!) - I roll (I roll!)
And-if-we-get-into-then-I-won't-hit-ya-with-the-knuckles-I'm a-hit-ya-with-the-black .fo'-fo'! - So cold!
If-I-see-ya-in-the-club-and-the-bitch-started-the-knockout-I-let-ya-know-you-better-holla-Mayday
I'm a-call-Lord-then-I'm-folks-that-wanna-get-you-stuck-then-I'm a-hop-and-call-Kay
Slay. (OH!)
Stop-a-motherfucker-I-say-really-then-and-furthermore-I-roll-up-and-stuff-him-like-a-Philly
Pop-a-motherfucker-like-a-pill-or-wheelie-if-the-Twista-wanna-drop-a-motherfucker-get-the-milli. - Cause...

[Chorus]

[Papoose:]
Somebody gon' get laid out, pull the gauge out, blow his brains out
He tough, let it hang out, pus, let it drain out!
Pull the shank out, cut his vein out
Nigga came out with his chain out and his shades out.
And his braids out, said he hates East and he hates South
Talkin with a hate mouth, I'll smack the taste out.
Now he stashed in a bodybag with his head out
Shotty blast, everybody dash when I bang out!
I give orders like take-out
He ain't wanna play the house, but he's aced out
Whatchu fist fightin for? Whacha face 'bout?
I put the "Flava to Ya Ear" when the "Mack" blow the "Craig" out!
Make 'em hit the ground like the? threw his legs out
Scream at the crowd, where they ball we ain't came out,
And told him with the Auto like T-Pain mouth
Pa-POOSE, Pa-POOSE! - I'm a show 'em what my name 'bout!

[Chorus]

[Dorrough:]
Psyche! - somebody hit 'em! (hit 'em!) - That shit talkin gon' get 'em
Stomped up, yo! - Better hope the shoe don't fit 'em!
If it do (whaaaaa?) - you through - fuck you and yo' crew! (what?)
I don't move, the goons shootin' out the blue (BRR-RR-RAATT!)
Turn this bitch into a hoe into a serenade! Getcha whole body sprayed
47-AK, now ya ass "Kay Slayed"
UP! - Boy, you got me fucked up (uh-huh!)
Keep bumpin' ya gums! - Getcha mouth tied up! - Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Young Chris:]
Bodybags Balboa bitch I got a "ay" - for your Rocky ass
Leavin' holes all up in yo' face - like a hockey mask.
Want drama? Let it be! - Put 'em under Pleasure P
Put 'em to the test and see - bet you niggas rest in P-...
... -E-A-C-E! - Too raw for TV!
Meet your maker "Final Destination" hater 3-D!
I murder production! - Y'all boys can't see me. (nah!)
Got a better chance beatin' a murder with a P.D.! - Ahhhh!

[Chorus]

[Jay Rock:]
Who followed me home? - Drop it like Angola stones!
Poppin' my disc is like poppin' ya dome.
With the "'K" - "Slay" rappers in the circumference of the own home
It's my world! - See my face in the ozone? (Whoo!)
Before I was on the cover of magazines
I was loadin' up! - Duckin' for cover with magazines. (uh!)
Clips like a hairdresser, getcha doobie clean, (TOUGH!)
Welcome to Hell, mister! - I own niggas and cheese!

[Chorus]