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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Various Artists
Various Artists
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Lyon
Timothy Lyon
Songwriter
James Trujillo
James Trujillo
Songwriter
John Zunino
John Zunino
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
V town brother, check it out, I'm about to throw down
Dick in hand, you should've had your toke down
A little city, chilling in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boys don't play fool
Yorker siding, you know how the song goes
In the back, sipping purple Chongos
Don't look for trouble but it aways seems to find us, forty
Gripping panties, sipping, and the seats are right behind us
[Verse 2]
Quick left, one blow, K O
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh, what the hell? I guess I better tell ya
It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
A fifth of Henny, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club then picked up ML
Eighty west, back to the hotel
[Verse 3]
At the telly, Bones was doing butt work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The Latina in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me, baby doll was gonna jaw me
Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside
Who ride, brother striking through to be seen
A Lexus for hundred to the triple gold Z's
[Verse 4]
Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal, back to the liquor store
'Cause you know what I mean when I'm feeling kinda funky
A sick honkey, straight going donkey
Money in my sock, Jimmy in the glove
Laying in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock
New cock
[Verse 5]
Oh no, could it be?
I just got a page and a broad wanna to do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel
She had a friend with her so I called TL
Soothe me up, Sally want to meet Dick
And Monty licked, so try and make it real quick
[Verse 6]
Man where's this mother fucker at? Shit
[Verse 7]
Ah yeah, I jumped in the F train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store, man
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tacs
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's
We got the goods, now we're heading for the ho down
There goes the telly, so fella, won't you slow down?
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one
Lock the load, lets go look for like one eighteen
But lay low 'cause I really don't want to be seen
Is this the room?
Ah yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one
[Verse 8]
So hit the lights, man, I just might, man
Try and throw this thing all night and
Get her so sprung that she'll drop some ale
So I can catch, turn, and hit another hotel
Written by: J. Zunino, James Trujillo, Timothy Lyon
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