| 歌曲 | Brand Nu' Playa' |
| 歌手 | Latino Velvet |
| 专辑 | Clique |
| 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.. |
| 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.. |