JAY TEE - So Cold lyrics

rate me

Now I'll be comin with that real shit,

Cuz that real shit 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 fuck 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 ass 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 sucked mayne in el barrio

I'm a dog off the leash with no colla

Half pit bull, half fuckin 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 bitch, makin' a bitch

Do what I say as I'm breakin' the bitch

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 fuckin tryin' to stay fit

I'm in an old school rag, brains blown out

So if a bitch gets to trippin' she get thrown out

In Valley Joe, everybody should know

Don't trust no ho, cuz fuck 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 bitch, 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 sex without knowin names

I'm in the backseat kissin on that bitch neck

With one hand up in her purse grabbin' that bitch 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 killa

I was taught to put it down as a go-rilla

Talk shit and let both nuts dangle

Hit the turf and sell game from every angle

I'm quick to strangle a bitch 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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