PSD Tha Drivah - Valley Joe lyrics

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PSD Tha Drivah - Valley Joe lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Bruce] They say pimpin' ain't easy And n***a, they ain't never lie We ride back to back thru the track that on suicide Watch me glide on twenties, get money Smokin' backwoods on pills, breakin' b**hes at will 'Cause it's pimpin' On professional women limpin' up and down the block I'm slangin' rocks, I'm slangin' co*k Pimp or die, n***a, I'm so fly, a square is what I'm not I'm Lil Bruce, baby, I come from the V The home of Ike Turner, Rose Budd, and MD [Verse 2: PSD] You think I'm carin' about sharin' on snatch And I'm runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch Understand that Woman romance without finance to me Stands no chance with no man of my pedigree Call my hoggish if you would Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records Wit a pig on my necklace Would you dig my possessions since the air is my gift Or should it matter if it's turf sh** burnt for chips n***a, we hurt sh**, that way since birth with it As for this gift to gab sh**, mayne, we cursed with it As far as dirt, we did it So, n***a, name it, I done it And love to hit it while she on her stomach Money and hundreds [Chorus] I'm from the V-A double L E-J-O Where sellin' narcotics is all I know I'm from the valley where Sally sellin' dank, biiitch What it is, what it is, what it is (Mac Dre: I'm from the V-A double L E-J-O) (B-Legit: Where sellin' narcotics is all I know) [Verse 3: B-Legit] I boss up, never f**, it's red lights on a toss up Untangle where we crossed up It's big sh**, V-town affiliates Watch us rip sh**, the gangster or the pimp sh** No simp sh**, b**h, my mug stay mean Out the ricks wit' kicks and gun machines You know the green, the thing we was dying to get Is the reason why my n***as came so damn sick And when I represent, b**h, I put it on dubs Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub I'm out to get the cheddar If she fight, n***a, let her It don't matter, I stay fatter [Verse 4: Mac Dre] It don't matter, long as my pockets get fatter I don't give a f** if civilians got scatter I'm the last batter, better hit a home run When I stick my dick in I watch how fast she cum Up the block sideways when I shift I chirp quick And after that first dick, I'm all in your purse, b**h Mac Drizzay, off the hizzle Goin' off Hennesizay and a half a thizzle Romper Roomin', no cartoonin' Makin' the scrill, keepin' it real b**h, you know what I'm doin' [Chorus 4X]