Jay Tee

(feat. Frost, South Park Mexican)

[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

[Chorus]

[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

(feat. Kim Morgan, Young Dru)

[Kim Morgan]
Mmmmhhhh...
Playa, playa
Ohhh....

[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'

[Refrain x2]

[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

[Refrain x4]

(feat. Baby Beesh, Cisco)

[Beesh:]
Cisco, how you livin?

[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

[Refrain x2]

[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

[Refrain x4]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]