Latino Velvet - 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 motherf*cker, chop in you dome
I´m curvin´ off the Hennessey and I pull off that weed
I´m strikin´ through this motherf*cker 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 x2]

[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 f*ckin´ player of the century

[Verse 4: Baby Beesh]
I got that bomb to leave you motherf*ckers 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 x2]

[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 x2]

[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 motherf*cker
Johnny motherf*ckin´ Z
Rated Z studios
V-Town, Califas
Ah, ah, ah, ah..