Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song V-Town , by - E-40. Release date: 06.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
V-Town |
| Ha yeah, what’s up though |
| We got some players in the concert tonight |
| And they all from the V-Town |
| These muthafuckas is dope though |
| I’m tellin you, bro |
| You ain’t never heard no shit like this befo' |
| So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em how you rollin |
| A 40's what I’m holdin when I’m rollin around |
| We got the top down bumpin the sound |
| It’s the boys from the V-Town, come right inside, straight pimpin |
| Dip, hit the strip, I take another sip, then |
| Kick back and count my bank, yeah, I got dank |
| Straight skunk, that shit that stank |
| So now I got my mail on, got another sale on |
| I don’t care who you tell, I got my bail on |
| Fuck jail, man, I’m out on the street |
| Here to kickin it with the crew or with a young freak |
| It’s Jay Tee comin cooler than most |
| Rhyme sayer, pipe layer from the West Coast |
| Where we toast, kick up and hang |
| No, we don’t gangbang, it’s just a crew thing |
| So you know that I’ma always be down |
| (With who?) With the muthafuckin V-Town |
| V-Town, V-Town |
| (Vallejo, Californ-i-a) --] Mac Dre |
| Once again in my 'Lac, strictly sex on my mind |
| Got the kind so it’s time to relax and unwind |
| (?) I need to get my yak on |
| Once I get a rock on I’m gonna throw a sack on |
| So it really doesn’t matter if she’s thinner, if she’s fatter |
| Than a bus, all I’m gonna do is bust nuts up in her guts |
| Trust, thrust just a little more till I hit the vibration |
| Down on my fours, finish up my nut |
| I make you come through, gee |
| Look at my pager, it’ll say 553- |
| The Vogues got the hoes just waitin in line |
| (?) TL (back to the hotel) |
| And after that we’ll (hit another hotel) |
| If the bed is taken throw her on the ground |
| Cause yo, that’s how we sling it in the V-Town |
| V-Town, V-Town |
| (Vallejo, Californ-i-a) --] Mac Dre |
| Now it’s the V-a-double l-e-j-o |
| We hope you know that (?) with a hoe |
| Cause yo, the players don’t roll like they don’t do it |
| But no one’s gonna know that every player’s been through it |
| So buy you some (?) and everything’ll be cool |
| And just to be safe, yo man, you better wear two |
| Cause yeah, they thick and they all look good |
| But they hot as a fire and they burnin like wood |
| In the V-Town… |
| Now when I say the V I mean Vallejo |
| You gotta have game to stack your mail |
| You see the times is tough and the streets is rough |
| But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play |
| So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee) |
| Get signed to Rated Z and get paid correctly |
| I make my money, then bounce |
| Jump in the train with a real cold 40 ounce |
| Before I sleep with sluts, playin nothin but old cuts |
| I’m feelin on big butts |
| I love life, no wife, I’m just straight up mackin |
| The big dollars I’m stackin |
| The plug is on every time that I pick up the mic |
| I do what I feel and I say what I like |
| I’m on top cause you know I’ve always been down |
| (With who?) With the muthafuckin V-Town |
| V-Town, V-Town |
| (Vallejo, Californ-i-a) --] Mac Dre |
| Legit from the Click, yeah bitch, I’m down |
| Another muthafucka representin the Town |
| I’m from the V-Town Hillside (?) |
| Two-inch white walls, Vogues and Zeniths |
| You gotta be right when you side with B |
| It ain’t too (?) when they’re fuckin with me |
| (What you got?) Gold tone plate with the shoes to match |
| (What else?) Gold pin stripes and gold tone sacks |
| Sick Click shit, man, that’s for reala |
| And California lifestyle’s cool, killer |
| Late night loungin, I’m in pursuit |
| Of naythin but legs open after two |
| So I hops in my coupe and I’m after a |
| Bitch in a '92 Acura |
| Straight (?) and you know I’m down |
| I’m up in em when I bust one for the V-Town |
| Magazine Street, Hillside |
| Vallejo, let’s side |
| Would you look, would you listen |
| I know you’re sayin to yourself: E-40's missin |
| But man tiger, I was outside of Rated Z pissin |
| Comin off (?), perved, keyed out my fuckin head |
| Burnt, twisted, eyes bloodshot red |
| On the cooch muthafuckas don’t want me to let loose |
| We get our 'Lacs, me, Muggsy, Mac D-Shot, Lil' Bruce |
| The Valley-Jo, these are the things that you need to know, man |
| The shit I’m spittin, niggas don’t understand |
| Speakin up for my land (?) all that old shit |
| Straight up out of Vallejo, E-40 and the Click |
| Scattin Cutlasses, the beat is boisterous |
| Smokin muthafuckas like a clitoris |
| Me and N2Deep, you know we’re at this |
| E-40 holdin his ground |
| (For who?) For my folks in the V-Town |
| V-Town, V-Town |
| (Vallejo, Californ-i-a) --] Mac Dre |