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Brand Nu' Playa'

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  • 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 mother******, chop in you dome
    I'm curvin' off the Hennessey and I pull off that ******
    I'm strikin' through this mother****** 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 ******' player of the century
    [Verse 4: Baby Beesh]
    I got that bomb to leave you mother******s 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 ******,
    The *************t 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 ****-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 ****** 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 mother******
    Johnny mother******' Z
    Rated Z studios
    V-Town, Califas
    Ah, ah, ah, ah..
  • 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 mother******, chop in you dome
    I'm curvin' off the Hennessey and I pull off that ******
    I'm strikin' through this mother****** 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 ******' player of the century
    [Verse 4: Baby Beesh]
    I got that bomb to leave you mother******s 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 ******,
    The *************t 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 ****-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 ****** 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 mother******
    Johnny mother******' Z
    Rated Z studios
    V-Town, Califas
    Ah, ah, ah, ah..