Now I'll be comin with that real shit, Cuz that real shit is all I know, out Valley Joe And that good grain is all I grow So if they ask about Jay Tee, tell them I got it And if they ask about the Super Sport tell them I squat it I'm tryin to ride, and stay the fuck up out the slamma' I got hoes from Salt Lake to Alabama So while you squares is at work, I'm in motion At the telly gettin a back rub with some good ass lotion And when she threw, that's when I hit the shower And then "chupa mi verga" for about an hour For those of ya'll that never been around a chicano That means gettin your dick sucked mayne in el barrio I'm a dog off the leash with no colla Half pit bull, half fuckin rottweiler I grew up around side shows and burnin' rubber So it ain't no thing to make a young hutch think I love her
[Chorus] I'm so cold, out here takin' a bitch, makin' a bitch Do what I say as I'm breakin' the bitch All I'm tryin' to do is live better now Hit the game solo, makin' more cheddar now
I'm unemployed so all I do is stay lit I sip on gin fuckin tryin' to stay fit I'm in an old school rag, brains blown out So if a bitch gets to trippin' she get thrown out In Valley Joe, everybody should know Don't trust no ho, cuz fuck is all they good fo' I had one last week, with no flaws NO kids, no man, and no draws I beat 'em twice, and said that I was cool wit it And like a pimp, I let my potna Young Dru hit it That what I does, love a bitch, what fo? I rather make her back weed, and cut blows(?) Hit the grind, and make my pockets get fatta If she get caught, I give a damn it don't matter She has no life, so she don't need to bail out Put her on the stand, that ho will never sell out
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See I'm hella slick, so I be the one that no one blames Me and baby have sex without knowin names I'm in the backseat kissin on that bitch neck With one hand up in her purse grabbin' that bitch check I find a rubber and put the thang on Slide my dick in and tell that ho to hang on See I'm a pro, giggolo, I get ladies In Mercedes I've been pimpin' since the mid-eighties I was young, but still a ho killa I was taught to put it down as a go-rilla Talk shit and let both nuts dangle Hit the turf and sell game from every angle I'm quick to strangle a bitch if she start pretendin' Like you broke, girl you got money so start spendin' Break bread, tramp that's why I'm with ya Do I got to split ya, to make ya get the picture
[Verse 1: Jay Tee] Bounced about a new pay 5-0-1 still saggin Cup the volish, put it in a brown baggy Cap stappin', strike it in my new nikes See my partner Beleant on her sell is dykes San Jose bitches East LA bitches Common and play bitches Man, I Lay your game bitches You know this dick ain't free But now its half price And if your partner sell it coo' girl, I hit them twice I make the nights Specially when I'm off that gin I got your bag bitch, straking in the coverd inn She be blowin' [???] [???] and I flowin' It's heavy hoein' Mayn, you don't even know it My cousin Dan, always represent the bay No matter hell bitch, shit, she still got topay Straight cash, so why ain't got to pay taxes? Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes
[Refrain x2: Kim Morgan] Playa playa perkin' The lover you be workin' You got a cadillac, a gang, a house The only thing you love it the liquor stores
[Verse 2: Young Dru] And when I pulled to the spot All the bitches' panties get hot And I let that top drop And I don't think shine everytime I hit that block I got that candy pain Or the fat tips Or the mission to pimp a bad bitch Young savage but cabitch Hustelin' on and a half ritch Lil right way Till that shit so tight way Toony shows And pullin' these hoes And gettin' here all the night way Fucking with my Kid Foe Jay Tee Fucker that sucker hate me Couse that bitch love me You wanna fuck me Couse I'm way too thuggy But don't try to hug me I'm not not your huggy I'm a playa to come Dog to the bus and [???] up And cock what you play thug up Tell your daddy that I raped you But you know it ain't true Don't try to haze I got you one tape Fuck with me and my crew It's Young Dru You love the way I do what I do Perk it off that brew And big pimpin' ain't nuttin' new Girl I'm a fool And I'm on to keep this rap-shit crackin' I spit some game Get in your brain And give you all what you laggin'
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[Verse 3: Jay Tee] Fuck the cliff Playboy I'm off the curb The only way to I'm a stop If is worth to hurtin' I talk bad Bitch don't make me get to cabbin' All I'm known for is mackin' in a back shappin' South LA Beverly Hills to the cress Hit rancho and put that road up on the test She got scratch Her daddy work at Tac' Bell So why attach? Kick back and stack mail
[Verse 4: Young Dru] I'm off that gin and juice Swat up in the 7 duece I let you frost to drop your draws Bitch is hound'a guce We gittn' wide and loose Perkin' up in the back of the outless Pant some brain your ankles And young bitch I know where your lood is He can't front how you gave up the cunt, hoe So get the fuck out and pass me back my blunt, hoe Hit the world and don't call me when you get there I gives a fuck about a [???] I'm a sick player
[Jay Tee] I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches ?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitches If it's love, it's love as soon as we walk in You take the yellow one, but I'ma hit the dark skin Outta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, Cuban Me, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupid Fuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves none I ain't no star but tonight I'm finna fuck one Make her break bread, get her buck naked Triple X-Rated, my gat nickel plated Had to scoop, gave the broad the boot Collect my loot, and treat her like a prostitute This pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodoo I'm the shit like voodoo, fuckin' more hoes than yoohoo Top notches is all I ever been with I'm a dog let me tell ya what I been with
[Chorus] Now this be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew I'm a cold muthafucka and I thought you heard I just put twinkies on my Thunderbird This be the type of shit that we do With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew See after the show I'ma catch you later Cuz I gotta count cash on my calculator
[Frost] I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it up Lick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city up And giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it up What's really up, we hit another million, give it up Bottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it up Toke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it up So hold them up, actin' like you wanna get 'em up I wet 'em up, I never let 'em up Better run and cover up, and sober up Before they find you floatin' in the river belly up I count fetti up, business on the up and up I tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7-Up Break 'em up, bout to shoot the dice shake 'em up 11 up, get my chips then I scrape em up I take 'em up to the telly, then I take it up And that's fo real homeboy, I never make it up
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[South Park Mexican] Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pockets SP in the VIP smokin with the rocks Fuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchen Ya'll can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch in Switch hits in, homie I ain't trippin' Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin' Make the world listen, from free world to prison I chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin' I was driven to my limits, I did it like Phyllis Bitch made critics try to break me like a Guinness All around crack star, just by the fast car Quick 3 G's gettin' spent at the back bar Act hard with the one they call the Crack Child The one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptiles Crooked, flippin I'ma reach 11 digits Homes you can't see me, unless you buy some tickets
[Verse 1: Cisco] Sippin' tequila, bytin' on lemon Surrounded by beautiful women, dance on they lennon Brock to work, so hot, the whole room is smoking Bodies bang like the boom, no we ain't joking Momi got me on the lock, she made me wanna holla holla So I hit the danceflo' and I pop my collar I holla mira mira It's goin' down tonight Like 2 shots of tequila in your town tonight I hit the bar like a star, next drink on me I'm with my cousin Baby Bash and the playa Jay Tee Call us the Clicka Here come high with mas chica The Party don't stop, till the last drop of tequila The twisted lime in a wrist full of ice So the price should pa, my crew not from nice I know you herad about about my velvet jaw My reputation for puttin' it down Bar tender, another round
[Refrain x2: Jay Tee] Once again it's on We takin' shots to the dome So drunk that we can't get home So we gon' spend the night sittin' on chrome In the back of the room
[Verse 2: Baby Beesh] And I hit in the worst way Act like it's your birthday 21 years on this earth, hey! Club hand Salsa, Merengue and Cumbia With a touch of HipHop and bouncin' and ohh-lala My baby got me on 4 shots It's 5 in a minute And we will give that to the sweet, made em dive and up in it Oh way the second they have, nigger dance to my left Wreck it on stage in a cage and oh, it's superbad Best believe me Ball to wall it's off the breazy To the Po's, buy a rose for my breezy Mamacita, my mamichula Nobody cooler In the place, we look at your face, she straight lace 1800 and fully blunted Blowin' on that bomba Uh, dancin' to the conga And the rumba Can't it forget it 'bout the lime squeezer Me and my dog gon' do it with a fine chica
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[Verse 3: Jay Tee] Lil chavalita La mas bonita Ey you want some cavacita Or by the name a margarita Ah, so she's superbad Fresh on state, colourspread Get in my cadillac and take it to my partner's bed She started going there What you want to going there? But I'm a co-iner She don't even knowin' that I like the brew Drank way cash, too The liquor stores is closed but I already knew No time to waste I bought by a case They try to waste Takin' shots to the face By 2,10 my playa be hollin' I hear noises, big brother Earl callin' But I ain't ready yet We ain't gon' scary yet Nobody's ready yet Naw, ain't got the feri' yet For my knee, just a little more time To do it real big playa with tequila and lime
