Jay Tee

V-Town, brother check it out, I'm bout to throw it down
Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down
A little city, chillin' in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool
Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes
In the back, sippin' purple chongos
Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us, forty
Grippin' panties, sippin', and the seats are right behind us
Quick left, one blow, K.O.
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh what the hell, I guess i better tell ya
It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
A fifth of Henny, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club then picked up ML
Eighty west, back to the hotel

At the telly, Bones is doing butt work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The Latina in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me
Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside
Who-ride, brother striking through to be seen
A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's
Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
Cause you know what i mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky
A sick honky, straight goin' donkey
Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove
Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock
New cock (echoes)

Ah naw, could it be?
I just got a page an' a broad want to do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel
She had a friend with her so i called TL
Soothe me up, Sally want to meet Dick
And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick

(tick-tock)
(tick-tock)
(tick-tock)
(tick...Honk Honk)

Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's
We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down
There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one
Lock the load, let's go look for like 118
But lay low cause I really don't want to be seen
Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one
So hit the lights man, I just might man
Try an' throw this thing all night an'
Get her so sprung, that she'll drop some ale
So I can catch turn and hit another hotel

(feat. Frost, South Park Mexican)

[Jay Tee]
I hate to get broke, but I leave with Riches
?Hit the avenue stretch with?? two million dollar bitches
If it's love, it's love as soon as we walk in
You take the yellow one, but I'ma hit the dark skin
Outta town, Mexicana, Puerto Rican, Cuban
Me, SPM, and big Frost gettin stupid
Fuck Cupid, cuz Jay Tee loves none
I ain't no star but tonight I'm finna fuck one
Make her break bread, get her buck naked
Triple X-Rated, my gat nickel plated
Had to scoop, gave the broad the boot
Collect my loot, and treat her like a prostitute
This pimp voodoo, pick her up in my hoodoo
I'm the shit like voodoo, fuckin' more hoes than yoohoo
Top notches is all I ever been with
I'm a dog let me tell ya what I been with

[Chorus]
Now this be the type of shit that we do
With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew
I'm a cold muthafucka and I thought you heard
I just put twinkies on my Thunderbird
This be the type of shit that we do
With my nephews smokin' Pepe LePew
See after the show I'ma catch you later
Cuz I gotta count cash on my calculator

[Frost]
I split the blunt, cut it up, fill it up
Lick it up, tonite we smoke the whole city up
And giddy up, live it up, and hoes give it up
What's really up, we hit another million, give it up
Bottoms up, roll it up, we can blow it up
Toke it up, choke it up, let me see ya throw it up
So hold them up, actin' like you wanna get 'em up
I wet 'em up, I never let 'em up
Better run and cover up, and sober up
Before they find you floatin' in the river belly up
I count fetti up, business on the up and up
I tear it up, I drink cincos with some 7-Up
Break 'em up, bout to shoot the dice shake 'em up
11 up, get my chips then I scrape em up
I take 'em up to the telly, then I take it up
And that's fo real homeboy, I never make it up

[Chorus]

[South Park Mexican]
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but I pick pockets
SP in the VIP smokin with the rocks
Fuck a pigeon, I like a white chicken in my kitchen
Ya'll can all fuck my bitch, as long as you pitch in
Switch hits in, homie I ain't trippin'
Sippin, 60 out the box tongue twistin'
Make the world listen, from free world to prison
I chop more birds than they do on Thanksgivin'
I was driven to my limits, I did it like Phyllis
Bitch made critics try to break me like a Guinness
All around crack star, just by the fast car
Quick 3 G's gettin' spent at the back bar
Act hard with the one they call the Crack Child
The one that walks the mack mile, in brand new reptiles
Crooked, flippin I'ma reach 11 digits
Homes you can't see me, unless you buy some tickets

(feat. Kim Morgan, Young Dru)

[Kim Morgan]
Mmmmhhhh...
Playa, playa
Ohhh....

[Verse 1: Jay Tee]
Bounced about a new pay
5-0-1 still saggin
Cup the volish, put it in a brown baggy
Cap stappin', strike it in my new nikes
See my partner Beleant on her sell is dykes
San Jose bitches
East LA bitches
Common and play bitches
Man, I Lay your game bitches
You know this dick ain't free
But now its half price
And if your partner sell it coo' girl, I hit them twice
I make the nights
Specially when I'm off that gin
I got your bag bitch, straking in the coverd inn
She be blowin'
[???] [???] and I flowin'
It's heavy hoein'
Mayn, you don't even know it
My cousin Dan, always represent the bay
No matter hell bitch, shit, she still got topay
Straight cash, so why ain't got to pay taxes?
Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes

[Refrain x2: Kim Morgan]
Playa playa perkin'
The lover you be workin'
You got a cadillac, a gang, a house
The only thing you love it the liquor stores

[Verse 2: Young Dru]
And when I pulled to the spot
All the bitches' panties get hot
And I let that top drop
And I don't think shine everytime I hit that block
I got that candy pain
Or the fat tips
Or the mission to pimp a bad bitch
Young savage but cabitch
Hustelin' on and a half ritch
Lil right way
Till that shit so tight way
Toony shows
And pullin' these hoes
And gettin' here all the night way
Fucking with my Kid Foe Jay Tee
Fucker that sucker hate me
Couse that bitch love me
You wanna fuck me
Couse I'm way too thuggy
But don't try to hug me
I'm not not your huggy
I'm a playa to come
Dog to the bus and [???] up
And cock what you play thug up
Tell your daddy that I raped you
But you know it ain't true
Don't try to haze
I got you one tape
Fuck with me and my crew
It's Young Dru
You love the way I do what I do
Perk it off that brew
And big pimpin' ain't nuttin' new
Girl I'm a fool
And I'm on to keep this rap-shit crackin'
I spit some game
Get in your brain
And give you all what you laggin'

[Refrain x2]

[Verse 3: Jay Tee]
Fuck the cliff
Playboy I'm off the curb
The only way to I'm a stop
If is worth to hurtin'
I talk bad
Bitch don't make me get to cabbin'
All I'm known for is mackin' in a back shappin'
South LA
Beverly Hills to the cress
Hit rancho and put that road up on the test
She got scratch
Her daddy work at Tac' Bell
So why attach?
Kick back and stack mail

[Verse 4: Young Dru]
I'm off that gin and juice
Swat up in the 7 duece
I let you frost to drop your draws
Bitch is hound'a guce
We gittn' wide and loose
Perkin' up in the back of the outless
Pant some brain your ankles
And young bitch I know where your lood is
He can't front how you gave up the cunt, hoe
So get the fuck out and pass me back my blunt, hoe
Hit the world and don't call me when you get there
I gives a fuck about a [???]
I'm a sick player

[Refrain x4]