| It´s a brand nu´ playa comin´ to town
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| So turn the babies in a, mayn
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| The message is clear, let´s get down
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| It´s a brand nu´ playa comin´ to town
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| Baby Beesh:
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| Now it´s about to be on, it´s about to be on
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| Chicano like a motherfucker, chop in you dome
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| I´m curvin´ off the Hennessey and I pull off that weed
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| I´m strikin´ through this motherfucker loaded and keyed
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| Laced up tight, now what you know about — that?
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| I come in peace, but now the hammers´ still cought back
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| Baby Beesh, can you like that tree?
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| When everybody wanna smoke with me?
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| Jay Tee:
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| Now when I step up on the scene, you know I´m whipped and g´d up
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| Playa Jay Tee be gett´n ripped ´n keyed up
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| To turn you beat up, and let me find the hoe
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| Three cops, some indo´, and grind some mo´
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| Then go to Liquor store, no need to ride foo´
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| ´Couse we gon´ parkin´-lot pimpin´ till they slide trough
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| I´m in that light brown prown with the kicks to match
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| And be the first young hustla to bomb a batch
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| Jay Tee:
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| Now I´ma sellin´ game for whoever got some bread on he
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| and bomb that brogous, as long as she got some head on me
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| I´m sittin´ fat on it, at all the time that I will pimp it
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| Lookin´ just like my daddy, though without the limpin´
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| I would be simpin´, but never meet a salamanasier |