歌曲 | Brand Nu' Playa' |
歌手 | Latino Velvet |
专辑 | Clique |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bryant, Trujillo, Zuino ... | |
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.. |
zuo ci : Bryant, Trujillo, Zuino ... | |
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, HighSide 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 cottonmouthed | |
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 dumbkeyed | |
Don' t heard you dig with it | |
I' m coming sick with it | |
Uh lalala | |
Check my repartoir | |
Thrilla' for Scrilla' | |
Dogfood DopeDealla' | |
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 goddamned thing I say | |
You want a girlfriend, too? | |
We like it, dig that! | |
But now they trois in the spa' s lookin kittiecat | |
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 reinverse this | |
Got me on my getback | |
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 | |
VTown, Califas | |
Ah, ah, ah, ah.. |
zuò cí : Bryant, Trujillo, Zuino ... | |
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, HighSide 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 cottonmouthed | |
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 dumbkeyed | |
Don' t heard you dig with it | |
I' m coming sick with it | |
Uh lalala | |
Check my repartoir | |
Thrilla' for Scrilla' | |
Dogfood DopeDealla' | |
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 goddamned thing I say | |
You want a girlfriend, too? | |
We like it, dig that! | |
But now they trois in the spa' s lookin kittiecat | |
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 reinverse this | |
Got me on my getback | |
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 | |
VTown, Califas | |
Ah, ah, ah, ah.. |