Playa Jay Tee

(Album: Everybody Ain't Able - 2007)

[*phone rings*]
What's up?
(Hello, this is an AT&T operator with a collect call. Caller, my I have your name please)
Mac Dre
Hell yeah. What's up, Dre?
Ah man, I can't call it, mayne. Just tryna maintain that player composure, mayne. What's really going on?
Ah man, we just kicking it, you know, doubling down on these deuce-deuces, getting tore up, tryna put out some more hits
Ayy, you got some player shit?
Hell yeah
Man, spit that shit, dude, let me hear some shit
Got it, check this out

Straight out the motherfucking holding tank
The young playa Jay Tee is now folding bank
I got dank, but yo, I ain't firing it up
'Cause they coming through to' and they buying it up
I'm getting rich, got me a bitch and a few hoes
Every time I step on the stage I'm sporting new clothes
I try to stay fresh
But if a ho wanna hump, that's when I jump in my flesh
I dick her on down
Give her 93 minutes of beat 'cause that's how I pound
They thought I feel great
And I'll be home in a week, and man, I know they can't wait
'Cause every time I strike back
I get some new cot 'cause it's like that
Jay to the Tee
In my '65 old school is where you'll probably see me
I be riding low
But with Playa Jay Tee on the plates, everybody know
So I say "What's up?" and feed 'em some game
'Cause man, that's why they came

I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I guess that's why the hoes like fucking with me
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
"From, from, from the V"

You recognize my voice, seen my face
But you don't really know me 'til I take you to my place
A case of tall cans is all we gon' need
'Cause when I get keyed, hoes get G'd
I feed 'em that diznick 'til they full
Then I call 'em a cab 'cause that's all I could do
I ain't driving around drunk, I thought you knew
I stopped doing that shit back in 1992
So shut your mouth
'Cause if you keep talking, I'll have your asshole hawking
Walking up and down the street, making me some mail
So won't you tell 'em, Michelle

I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I guess that's why the hoes like fucking with me
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
"From, from, from the V"

Now when I hits the block, hoes be jocking
I guess they heard about the cash I'm clocking
But since they wasn't with' it when I was walking
I ain't got no motherfucking time to be talking
I'm on the scene, a little bit cleaner than a seventy-deuce
I got the jig on, so all I need now is some juice
I get loose up in this motherfucker, don't trip
Ain't met a bitch in the boat yet that won't flip
So when you hear that I'm coming to kick it in your town
Go get your tickets, I'll be digging 'em at the hoedown
I get you going, I'm flowing and I can't stop
I know you're hoeing so jump your ass on top
I pop the the pussy, pass on the asshole
Bust a couple of nuts, ask for some cashflow
You know I do it 'cause I can
I try to break her for at least a couple of grand
I plan on being set for the rest of my days
Believe what you want, but man, pimping pays

Dude, I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I guess that's why the hoes like fucking with me
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I'm Playa "Jay Tee from the V"
I guess that's why the hoes like fucking with me

"Jay Tee from the V"
"Jay Tee from the V"
"Jay Tee from the V"
"From, from, from the V"