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