Brand Nu' Playa

歌詞

[Refrain] It's a brand nu' playa comin' to town So turn the babies [???] in a [???], mayn The message is clear, let's get down It's a brand nu' playa comin' to town [Verse 1: Baby Beesh] Now it's about to be on, it's about to be on Chicano like a motherfucker, chop in you dome I'm curvin' off the Hennessey and I pull off that weed I'm strikin' through this motherfucker loaded and keyed Laced up tight, now what you know about - that? I come in peace, but now the hammers' still cought back Baby Beesh, can you like that tree? When everybody wanna smoke with me? [Verse 2: Jay Tee] Now when I step up on the scene, you know I'm whipped and g'd up Playa Jay Tee be gett'n ripped 'n keyed up To turn you beat up, and let me find the hoe Three cops, some indo', and grind some mo' Then go to Liquor store, no need to ride foo' 'Couse we gon' parkin'-lot pimpin' till they slide trough I'm in that light brown prown with the kicks to match And be the first young hustla to bomb a batch [Refrain x2] [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Now I'ma sellin' game for whoever got some bread on he And bomb that brogous, as long as she got some head on me I'm sittin' fat on it, at all the time that I will pimp it Lookin' just like my daddy, though without the limpin' I would be simpin', but never meet a salamanasier [<--?] I worse ride, High-Side and tried to elevate ya Educate ya Tell you 'bout my history I'm Jay Tee, the fuckin' player of the century [Verse 4: Baby Beesh] I got that bomb to leave you motherfuckers cotton-mouthed If you's a playa then you know just what I'm talkin' 'bout I blow big with the Blacks and them Philipinos, White boys, Samoans and my brown Latinos Skunk weed, The shit that'll leave you dumb-keyed Don't heard you dig with it I'm coming sick with it Uh lalala Check my repartoir Thrilla' for Scrilla' Dogfood Dope-Dealla' [Refrain x2] [Verse 5: Baby Beesh] Check it out girl: Now you need a man, with fannetts Who blows big bomb, don't blow no stress Who said that'll be the babbies whith no delay And mean every god-damned thing I say You want a girlfriend, too? We like it, dig that! But now they trois in the spa's lookin kittie-cat I don't discriminate, you know it's all to the good A brand nu' playa strikin' through your hood - Biatch [Verse 6: Jay Tee] Bassed, back seatin' on diamond rings We got them blown brains And them notches be jockin' it I load that key up 'couse I know they got some cock in it Ayo, I'm knockin' it, drop the cop and the purses Break bread, for what you got up in your purses You re-inverse this Got me on my get-back 12 hundret for the way your partner hit that [Refrain x2] [Outro: Baby Beesh] Yeah! N2Deep Featuring young smokin' thugsta Baby Beesh Latino Velvet Puttin' it down in the real way Con you feel me? Haha... Got the boy Cut Louis from the Looie - Crew in this motherfucker Johnny motherfuckin' Z Rated Z studios V-Town, Califas Ah, ah, ah, ah..