Lyrics: Latino Velvet. Clique. Brand Nu Playa.

[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 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 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 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 motherfucker
Johnny motherfuckin? Z
Rated Z studios
V-Town, Califas
Ah, ah, ah, ah..