Drumma Boy - Jose Got Dem Tacos lyrics

[Bridge: Kap G] Partner hit me up, "I know your fam got that ganja" He said "I need a plug, no iPhone charger" Aye I got trust issues man, you probably with the feds Aye f** a middle-man, he need that direct connect [Hook: Kap G] Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) [Verse 1: Kap G] One call, that's all, we going to the border I'm talking Taco Bell drive-thru, he got your order Jose say "You trust this man?" That's my f**ing homie Don't be wrong [?] he gon' put you in a coma Pat him down, if you're wild I'mma f**ing shoot ya Cut off your head, throw it in the f**ing Chattahoochee Look at me when I'm talking to you, this game ain't made for no motherf**ing coochies I'mma start you off with them churches, [?] [Bridge: Kap G] Them tacos coming to America like Eddie Murphy If you ain't snitching homes, then your a** don't concern me [?] he the drug lord Early morning fiends lining up, no Jordan Concords [Hook: Kap G] Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) [Verse 2: Jeezy] Cayenne wrist game, whippin like a new sport Cooking like a Chinese spot in the food court Taco Bell side n***a, Greenbriar parking lot Back and forth all day, you'll think that I shop a lot Jose got them tacos and they rap like enchiladas Take 'em out the rap, they shine like platinum leather Pradas A-Town Medellin, address me like I'm Pablo More cars in my front yard than the V103 car show You know I like my taco.. same color sour cream White as OJ Bronco, Johnson Johnson, powder team It's time to geek, vamanos, I can make 'em vanish My n***a b**h in Dade County got me speaking Spanish [Hook: Kap G] Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) [Verse 3: Kap G] Police raided in his house like he from LA Now he ain't never coming home like he in 3rd base He talking to the feds, they talking 35 to life Unless he tell them who his plug, they gon' give him five I got it from Jose, we supposed to meet in Cali And y'all don't wanna f** with him, probably k** your family I'mma call and set it up, say I want a millions worth Aye don't f** with this turf, that sh** there gon' get you hurt [Bridge: Kap G] They got Jose, no bail cuz they know he can pay that bread No barber shop, now Jose put some migos on my head Gotta make a run, this sh** ain't safe, gotta hop up on that plane Turns out they k**ed my partner's wife and kids, no Damon Wayans [Hook: Kap G] Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!) Jose got dem tacos, aye Jose got dem tacos (Woo!)