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letra de the motto (remix) - jay young

[intro]
yeah… uh…
leggho!

[verse 1]
one time, i’mma do it for the city
influence my descendants so i’mma do it witty
got a girl that’s so pretty, but in a fight she get gritty
any chick going up against her has nothing but my pity
i keep bad chicks, call my house a chicken coop
rappers sound sick, get rid of them like chicken soup
oh, i guess you missed that, line flew over you
i guess that’s why i really just can’t f-ck with you
you too ignorant, your mind more narrow than a creek
all your favorite rappers trash, throw ’em on the street
spark the heat, i’ll bake ’em in an easy-oven
serve them up with brotha lynch, then i’m headed back to sleep
don’t kick it with my friends, cuz they don’t exist
and i like a couple girls, but i don’t persist
they mostly selfish chicks, who give it up too quick
i want a good girl, but these hoes so thick
but they can get the d-ck, won’t even catch a fl!ck
no captain save-a-ho, just a one night trick
att-tude changed because of my views
and i won’t mention that i still have the blues
ha ha

[hook]
now she wanna ride, grab the shotgun side
do it for the city, that’s the motto that we ride by
and we bout it, every day, every day
slinging rhymes every day, n-gga, we don’t really play
every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
can’t hear ’em cuz the headphones in the way
real beaner, w-ssup

[verse 2]
time, for me to go in again
yeah, you notice that i do this with no friends
i don’t need a hype-man catching all the fame
so i kinda gave that trend an end
yeah, i can do this all by myself
never needed anyone so go and k!ll yourself
ah, and i spit them good bars
kids be thinking i was being sponsored by mars
another line that flew over your head
i wonder if this is why i never get ahead
maybe i should dumb it down
nah, i’d rather have my sh-t unread
f-ggot, you really thinking that your sh-ts hot
but it’s looking more and more like a sh-t spot
and i’m the bleach, come to wipe you off the game
your lame claims and name get no fame
so exclaim the same shame you portray
and run away from this lyrical display
dismay, and make way for my forte
you kids better take notes on how i play

[bridge]
real beaner, w-ssup?
leggho!

[outro]
yeah, uh, real beaner w-ssup?
yeah, uh, grizzly city w-ssup?
yeah, uh, west coast w-ssup?
yeah, street muzik w-ssup?
leggho!

- jay young

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