Now I'll be comin with that real sh**
Cuz that real sh** 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 f** 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 a** 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 s**ed mayne in el barrio
I'm a dog off the leash with no colla
Half pit bull, half f**in 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 b**h, makin' a b**h
Do what I say as I'm breakin' the b**h
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 f**in tryin' to stay fit
I'm in an old school rag, brains blown out
So if a b**h gets to trippin' she get thrown out
In Valley Joe, everybody should know
Don't trust no ho, cuz f** 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 b**h, 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 s** without knowin names
I'm in the backseat kissin on that b**h neck
With one hand up in her purse grabbin' that b**h 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 k**a
I was taught to put it down as a go-rilla
Talk sh** and let both nuts dangle
Hit the turf and sell game from every angle
I'm quick to strangle a b**h 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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