100 lyrics for "Lay it down, lay it down"

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak
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Drop the beat and play it again Play it again yeah DJ play my song on the radio Lifts me up when I’m feeling low DJ spin it back If you feeling me The 808 track is all I need Watch me take it up, then I break it down I don’t play sports, but it’s a
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And I can hear the Delta callin' From the light of a distant star When Henry plays his steel guitar I can see my future and I can feel my past Remember if you can When cotton was picked by hand Down in Dixy under southern sky Working from sun to sun
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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I'm a beat it up He can lay you down But I'm a beat it up It's 4 in the mornin' She callin' my phone She wanna be grown We gone get it on She said that she lonely Cause hes never around
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I'll play the blues for you If you're down and out and you feel real hurt Come on over to the place where I live And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe Don't be afraid come on in You might run across some of your old friends All your loneliness I
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Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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