Brand nu’ playa Lyrics

[Refrain]

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 motherfucker, chop in you dome

I´m curvin´ off the Hennessey and I pull off that weed

I´m strikin´ through this motherfucker 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] 2x

[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 fuckin´ player of the century

[Verse 4] Baby Beesh:

I got that bomb to leave you motherfuckers 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 weed,

The shit 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 Dope-Dealla´

[Refrain] 2x

[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 cock 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] 2x

[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 motherfucker

Johnny motherfuckin´ Z

Rated Z studios

V-Town, Califas

Ah, ah, ah, ah…

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Lyrics Resource: Beautiful Lyrics

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