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Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we

Ayy, you already know what the fuck goin' on, man
It's Queen of the Bay Area, Sac' Town finest
Ayy, bow down when you see the queen, man, kiss

and out of the V I P section
Shawty looking at me tryna play it off texting
Im like hey baby how you doing what you sippin
You can have some shots

that is cool just don't come smoke all my weed
She wanna roll it up, I said no we don't smoke by the g
We smoking big loud yeah we smoke by the p
We

boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town

that the blankies in 

I hit theATM it right up the street 
Baby who you Bank with shit im tryna see 
Casablanca shirt & shorts cost me p 
I got a light

a j
Put on some synth wave
Mix sum for the hoes to hoe to
Now they flagging me down
They must be from P-Town
I can't fade the tricks
With fingerwaves

know
I just need my space, right now
Don't call my phone tryna play, right now
In the back of the whip, every P laid down
If you spin, better know how

a P-Town baller 
Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection 
High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion 
I'm Daddy X and I come with correction 
You know

Pimp Twist

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

a P-Town baller 
Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection 
High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion 
I'm Daddy X and I come with correction 
You know

Riot Pump

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

Down from the big brown Boo-Yaa town
Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound

Pump, y'all
A riot pump, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up,

she a fan of the cliques
Got a couple homies in this rap group, fuck around the beat makers might clap you
Keep calm better learn how to act fool, go

for safety
In the mirror
Trying to see where I aged
Harder to face Me
These signs is catching up
Cuz time is passing us, By 
On the pharcyde of town
My

Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby

I'm a P-Town baby
So shout out the homies that's still in the trap
I'm covered by grace
He kept on pulling me through no matter what happened
I had

the Phantom gold, yeah 
Running 'round town, Bolt, yeah 
Running 'round the city, Bolt, yeah 
You best better get your shit, man 
You best better fucking bolt,

the ground running like a halfback, matte black
P365 in my knapsack, blast at
All who tried to harm me, I don't scrap cats
How I drop two kids and I still

down
So that’s the end
Will I make it, will I fake it
Or am I just a trend
Aye yo what was that, what’s that sound
Reppin’ from the one and only p-town

spilled it on my shirt
Baby come and get it off me

Fantasizing about the one that God might send me
He has the final say when my life Is on empty
I don't

Just like the monster, believe you they won't
But my ears were open, try drain it with sound
The screams getting louder soon as I'm in town
Your next

Meatclaver

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection 1

2002

equipped with some big tits
Baby you're the bomb 
And I heard your pussy's sweet like candy
And you be havin niggas down to be down like Brandy
Well what I

an apostrophe, me and God smilin' cause you Mini me's, really Siamese from this P.O.V
Lookin' through Odyssey my shit been a novelty, I'm not a spinoff boy, you

off in my Jordan one highs
Baby Smoove how I got pounds in your town
Greed Kills nigga don't be the one to get shot down
Got the same plug, but he treat

[Chorus (T.I.)]
[Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get away
and get a room on the other side of town
Hey shawty, I was feenin' for you
(Was you thinkin' of me,