Now I`ll be comin with that real shit,
Cuz that real shit is all I know, out Valley Joe
And that good grain is all I grow
So if they ask about Jay Tee, tell them I got it
And if they ask about the Super Sport tell them I squat it
I`m tryin to ride, and stay the fuck up out the slamma`
I got hoes from Salt Lake to Alabama
So while you squares is at work, I`m in motion
At the telly gettin a back rub with some good ass lotion
And when she threw, that`s when I hit the shower
And then chupa mi verga for about an hour
For those of ya`ll that never been around a chicano
That means gettin your dick sucked mayne in el barrio
I`m a dog off the leash with no colla
Half pit bull, half fuckin rottweiler
I grew up around side shows and burnin` rubber
So it ain`t no thing to make a young hutch think I love her
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I`m so cold, out here takin` a bitch, makin` a bitch
Do what I say as I`m breakin` the bitch
All I`m tryin` to do is live better now
Hit the game solo, makin` more cheddar now
I`m unemployed so all I do is stay lit
I sip on gin fuckin tryin` to stay fit
I`m in an old school rag, brains blown out
So if a bitch gets to trippin` she get thrown out
In Valley Joe, everybody should know
Don`t trust no ho, cuz fuck is all they good fo`
I had one last week, with no flaws
NO kids, no man, and no draws
I beat `em twice, and said that I was cool wit it
And like a pimp, I let my potna Young Dru hit it
That what I does, love a bitch, what fo?
I rather make her back weed, and cut blows(?)
Hit the grind, and make my pockets get fatta
If she get caught, I give a damn it don`t matter
She has no life, so she don`t need to bail out
Put her on the stand, that ho will never sell out
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See I`m hella slick, so I be the one that no one blames
Me and baby have sex without knowin names
I`m in the backseat kissin on that bitch neck
With one hand up in her purse grabbin` that bitch check
I find a rubber and put the thang on
Slide my dick in and tell that ho to hang on
See I`m a pro, giggolo, I get ladies
In Mercedes I`ve been pimpin` since the mid-eighties
I was young, but still a ho killa
I was taught to put it down as a go-rilla
Talk shit and let both nuts dangle
Hit the turf and sell game from every angle
I`m quick to strangle a bitch if she start pretendin`
Like you broke, girl you got money so start spendin`
Break bread, tramp that`s why I`m with ya
Do I got to split ya, to make ya get the picture
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