Brand Nu´ Playa Letra

[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...