Latino Velvet

(feat. D.B.A.)

[Frost]
Hm-hm-hm-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Check it out
Ha-ha-ha
N2Deep
Latino Velvet cliqua
Frost
D.B.A.
From the Bay to L.A.
From the Northpole all the way to the muthafuckin Southpole
This is how we roll

[Frost]
Oh-oh, I'm back in this bitch, baby
With a new steelo and a brand new ride
No matter where you from, throw it up, represent yo side
Peep out the dum-didi, it's me and Boskolini
Rollin down the street with them nickel-plated chrome nini
About to hook up with my partners from the Lleyo
Sit down at the table, figure ways to stack the mail
Just another classic tale of a man and his money
Cause you gotta have a con in this land of milk and honey

[Baby Beesh]
Well, I don't know about y'all, but mayn, I knows about moi
I keep a deep repertoire and keep some dank in my jar
The coldest Latin to ball, the mack handles the law
I spend a g at the mall and give your breezy a call
And mayn I calls it how I see em from my hustler mausoleum
From the West coast to the East coast, from the AM to the PM
What's really.. laced up from the waist up, never see me goin bancrupt
Wake up and break up a bud so I can blaze up

[CHORUS: Baby Beesh]
That's just the way we get down, we serve it up by the pound
We stack g's and we clown and if you see us around
Say what's up, partner, I'ma give you some dap
Because we puttin this West coast back on the map

[Jay Tee]
Now please believe it when I tell ya, uncut coke is what I sell ya
Even if ya out of town that good game should never fail ya
Call me yankee, bread stackin, boss mackin
Got a superbad up in the Cadillac and
You know I pop that con hella quick to her
You know before I'm gone I sold that dick to her
I like ya just like I liked my last bitch
Jay Tee is who I'm doin business as, biatch

[Bosko]
Slippin ??? hypnosis pull Testarossas out your nana
Piranha, ferocious, put the chains on her
For green guys the mean thighs and d-size
I need my batter till my bread start to rise
Tellin true lies and extort for sport
Got contempt for court, 'biatch' - Too $hort
Pimp with force like Vader and never paid her a nickel
Mouthpiece that have you fuckin for pickles

[CHORUS]

[Cool Nutz]
Pure bread, posted with a bottle and some bomb head
Smoked a broad out and turned the broad out
Pimpin ain't dead, the broads is just scared
Beat your heels on the track, increase the sack
Be a trendbroker, from the womb, fuck the smokers
The tender chose up and the bread rose up
I was born to rap, secondary to this shit
If the music don't work, I retire, then pimp
Big work, strip club dancin escort
You was perked off the E, dowsed in Hennessy
Fuck your simp tendencies, we bring street remedies
D boys and pimps took flight with Vegas strips
Burned vogues on the turf, screech and peel off
Check my trap money, get scratch and roll off
Be a boss, get the fetti at all cost
Recognize the game, get scrill and then floss

[Verse 1] (Mad One):
Its a Limousine full of smoke - smoking big baby
Going off the Hennessey and Coke - drinking big baby
She don't belong
Rollin' on chrome
International players on the microphone
Asi es, why no para
So calle de la muerca
why no mendidas nada
Me gusta como bailar
En es samias desmerada strailas

[Verse 2] (Jay Tee):
Ah, she gone up and she like goes to
But still I put it up like I'm posed to
I fuck with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to
I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders
She love the way I walk my 3000$ alligators
My pimp Pat, the marvell Cane,
The pinky greens and the platinum chains
She said she always want to do it on the danceflo'
I took a shyders and gin and told her get up out your pants ho'

[Chorus]
[Verse 3] (Baby Beesh):
Now who said westcoast-rap was dead?
Squares never recognized they my birthday had
Couse I don't get jiggy
I don't holla Shorty
Grew up on Too $hort, Ice Cube and E-40
One live one luv
Goin' out for dub
Cutt'n up a little rug
Carshow, to the club
Westside gettin' hotter
Scarlight been scutter
Sellin' mo' rocks then off a cook damn butter

[Verse 4] (Frost):
Enough wid man
When you gon' see that
Man, couse I hustle when I always make G stacks
We sais, that I ain't stitchy with it
I spit the bally of the cuff, fill it up and let the homies hit it
Man, you can hit it if you want to
Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool
I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me
I get you to the gus and you can strip for me

[Chorus]
[Verse 5] (Mr. G):
Hit the club
Telly shots of Tequila
With my mija
Shake her pocita
And her falquita
Lo que bonita
My taffest chica down with the clicka
Mira, mira baby!
I like your steelo
Mine just free'oh
Keep it on the teelo
When I hit it
You know I killed it
You know you paid for the chillin'
But you just won't admit it

[Verse 6] (Cisco):
I'm a 100%er
2 G's representer
Cold as the winter
From the moment I inner
I'm full throttle
Bright to die
that's my motto in the fast lane
Drinking champaign out the bottle
Thug style on the danceflo' pop my colla'
Bump and grind
With the fine little sexy mama
Tellin' me daily let's go home you know
Sup, I don't want to dance no mo'
I just want to fuck

[Chorus]

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Written By EDMONDS, JASON/ELIAS, JOEY
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