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    "V-Town" Lyrics

    Jay Tee feat. B Legit and E-40

    (Hi, the state and what city, please?)
    Vallejo, bitch!

    Ha yeah, what's up though
    We got some players in the concert tonight
    And they all from the V-Town
    These muthafuckas is dope though
    I'm tellin you, bro
    You ain't never heard no shit like this befo'
    So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em how you rollin

    [Jay Tee:]

    A 40's what I'm holdin when I'm rollin around
    We got the top down bumpin the sound
    It's the boys from the V-Town, come right inside, straight pimpin
    Dip, hit the strip, I take another sip, then
    Kick back and count my bank, yeah, I got dank
    Straight skunk, that shit that stank
    So now I got my mail on, got another sale on
    I don't care who you tell, I got my bail on
    Fuck jail, man, I'm out on the street
    Here to kickin it with the crew or with a young freak
    It's Jay Tee comin cooler than most
    Rhyme sayer, pipe layer from the West Coast
    Where we toast, kick up and hang
    No, we don't gangbang, it's just a crew thing
    So you know that I'ma always be down
    (With who?)
    With the muthafuckin V-Town

    V-Town, V-Town
    (Vallejo, Californ-i-a)

    Once again in my 'Lac, strictly sex on my mind
    Got the kind so it's time to relax and unwind
    I need to get my yak on
    Once I get a rock on I'm gonna throw a sack on
    So it really doesn't matter if she's thinner, if she's fatter
    Than a bus, all I'm gonna do is bust nuts up in her guts
    Thrust, thrust just a little more till I hit the vibration
    Down on my fours, finish up my nut
    I make you come through, gee
    Look at my pager, it'll say 553-0461
    The Vogues got the hoes just waitin in line
    TL (back to the hotel)
    And after that we'll (hit another hotel)
    If the bed is taken throw her on the ground

    Cause yo, that's how we sling it in the V-Town

    V-Town, V-Town
    (Vallejo, Californ-i-a)

    [Jay Tee:]
    Now it's the V-a-double l-e-j-o
    We hope you know that with a hoe
    Cause yo, the players don't roll like they don't do it
    But no one's gonna know that every player's been through it
    So buy you some and everything'll be cool
    And just to be safe, yo man, you better wear two
    Cause yeah, they thick and they all look good
    But they hot as a fire and they burnin like wood
    In the V-Town...

    Now when I say the V, I mean Vallejo
    You gotta have game to stack your mail
    You see the times is tough and the streets is rough
    But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
    So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
    Get signed to Rated Z and get paid correctly
    I make my money, then bounce
    Jump in the train with a real cold 40 ounce
    Before I sleep with sluts, playin nothin but old cuts
    I'm feelin on big butts
    I love life, no wife, I'm just straight up mackin
    The big dollars I'm stackin
    The plug is on every time that I pick up the mic
    I do what I feel and I say what I like
    I'm on top cause you know I've always been down
    (With who?)
    With the muthafuckin V-Town

    V-Town, V-Town
    (Vallejo, Californ-i-a)

    Legit from the Click, yeah bitch, I'm down
    Another muthafucka representin the Town
    I'm from the V-Town Hillside
    Two-inch white walls, Vogues and Zeniths
    You gotta be right when you side with be
    It ain't too when they're fuckin with me
    (What you got?) Gold tone plate with the shoes to match
    (What else?) Gold pin stripes and gold tone sacks
    Sick Click shit, man, that's for reala
    And California lifestyle's cool, killer
    Late night loungin, I'm in pursuit
    Of naythin but legs open after two
    So I hops in my coupe and I'm after a
    Bitch in a '92 Acura
    Straight up and you know I'm down
    I'm up in em when I bust one for the V-Town

    Magazine Street, Hillside
    Vallejo, let's side
    Would you look, would you listen
    I know you're sayin to yourself: E-40's missin
    But man tiger, I was outside of Rated Z pissin
    Comin off perved, keyed out my fuckin head
    Burnt, twisted, eyes bloodshot red
    On the cooch muthafuckas don't want me to let loose
    We get our 'Lacs, me, Muggsy, Mac D-Shot, Lil' Bruce
    The Valley-Jo, these are the things that you need to know, man
    The shit I'm spittin, niggas don't understand
    Speakin up for my land and all that old shit
    Straight up out of Vallejo, E-40 and the Click
    Scattin Cutlasses, the beat is boisterous
    Smokin muthafuckas like a clitoris
    Me and N2Deep, you know we're at this
    E-40 holdin his ground
    (For who?)
    For my folks in the V-Town

    V-Town, V-Town
    (Vallejo, Californ-i-a)
    This song was submitted on November 14th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by B. Jones, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Donald Boyce, Earl Stevens, Earl T. Stevens, George Brown, James Trujillo, Johnny Zunino, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Mickens, Ronald Bell, Tim Lyon.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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