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from Be Cool by John Powell [ost] (2005)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Chorus
We deep!Yes suh! We creep! yes suh! WE throwed. we blowed. uh huh yes suh. we fly yes suh no lie yes suh. off the drank and the dank so high. Verse 1 its my arrival and my survival I'm skin' higher than mesiagh and his bible. watch fo dat rifle watch fo dat psycho. ya breezies choosen and she lookin kinda tight yo now if you talk that talk betta walk that walk dont let this pretty face fool ya cause I'm a savage like a dallas maverick got nephews that will do ya snatch that jersey off yo skeleton wit the quickness and if its wall to wall you betta gaurd yo jaw we handle that buisseness servin this game like tennis we up in dis mean muggin crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin rap by ? blowin on trees cousin. Nick is sticky in the payne tricky in the tank and dont miss me wit dat dank 5 fronted in the street equals 65 G's in the jordan Breifcase like that boy from the P its bigger than showbiz so i'm stayin focused when they holla at the club much them bows is? (CHORUS) VERSE 2 I remember when my thug showed me how to slang heat how the man funna talkman we gon bring beat this what i'm goin through this what i stand fo thuggin aint that leagal but doin what I can bro but i sound small as amens i'm raw as amens i pop wit lift mics and bitch press hens damn hes all in it seen niggas bawl in it bawl otta tennisand story we know all about it niggas mad at the game it aint showin no love yeah its cold nigga deal wit it show 'em you thug havin partnas in prison and a few dead friends was the streets way of showin me two dead ends then the beats got tha showin me you could make ends goin hard in the pank went ta pussy fo a skank one thug that had was in that bar bash in tha manilla world comin fo dat ass yes suh (CHORUS) I'm jus a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man (CHORUS x4) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Chorus:
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie. I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied.I put my weed hand n da sky. i put my weed hand n da sky. i respect it for da luv of life. a whole piece i aint never lied.i put my weed hand in da sky. i put my weed hand in da sky. V1: The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix. It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix. deep down in texas, dope house is so relentless. The fluff is endless. smokin wit my lawer and my dentist. Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks. Smokin on greener reef. singing boby to dem older cats. (bobby brown) Dem dodger sax,wit a coffee grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't curch me. Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though. My spiritual, lyrical,it's hydromyrical. I'm comin visious though,wit a fully loaded off dat derby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby. and don't disturb me when i'm floatin to my foreign land. You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand. My weed hand is something i don't disrespect. Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed. chorus: V2: I'ma gonna admit it and you know i'm wid it. Begin his life, got his only one and split it. Lit it up wit my nephew. and now i'm floatin. Puffin pepe lepew.My crown is broaken. soakin up my soal.sippen styraphone cups. choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats cool but pass da joint. Cause i'm as fly and you just had to go. cuz u dun cashed da bowl.and i didn't even get a hit.no not even a little bit.so now help me get rid of dis.baby girl don't disrespect the luv. and i can't see dat. ask where we get the best of bud. put up ur weed hand. Chorus: V3: Man i been gone since way b4. i hit da bong back up and blow. I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'.I blaze drown,sip on a 4.stayin high i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on my clothes. man look at my eyes they bout to closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky. I'm stayin blowed off optomos and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin high and i hustle fool.don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and clock sum cash. hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a young P.I.M.P.Just cuz i'm young don't mean i'm dumb. Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef. And pour sum of dat purple stuff.down here we smokin bud. ya i no u herd of us. chorus: ending outro: My weed hand, put ur weed hand in da sku, my weed hand, east west, my weed hand, north south, something we can all relate to, my weed hand. |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
[Hook:]
Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait to be alone with you (baby) [Baby Bash:] I bet you never seen a shorty so fly Pushing candy paint with the chrome chopping by Throwing up playa waves to my partnas on the block They all show love to my shorty doo wop In the juicy fruit jeans bumpin 3-15’s Living every fantasy a ghetto girl dreams Watch her swing and bang as she bend another corner Looking way cool coming thru with the dosure Now after two honey blunts I discovered the buzz I’ma call her shorty she gon call me her love Thru the thick of it all she accepted collect calls When her daddy got caught up by the law [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait (I can’t wait) to be alone with you (baby) [Baby Bash:] For real though for real though for real though She the girl in the movie and I’m the hero Stuck with me when I violated p-role And came up when she started with zero Baby Bash Latino Robert de Niro She got with me cause her hubby was a weirdo And yes sir she looking so mighty mighty Love me cause I’m fresh and clean and so tighty There’s a piece to the puzzle the grind the hustle Respect when I’m good and love me when I’m in trouble And yes sir, oh no, yes sir she looking so throwed [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait to be alone with you (baby) [Bridge:] I can’t wait (I cant wait) to be alone with you (to be alone with you girl) Cause you’re the only one who do the freaky things you do You keep me feeling high you keep my drama low (ohh) Yeah I’m your shorty boy (my shorty girl) but you already know [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop Yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) And I can’t wait (I can’t wait) to be alone (baby) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Im standing on teh curb,
Puffinon the herb, Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve, Im trying to stay high, Tru to the trilla, Tryin to get richer cuz it all about them illaz, Im standing on teh curb, Puffin on the herb, Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve, Im trying to stay high, Tru to the trilla, Tryin to get richer cus it all about them illaz, Well that's the way I put it down, R&D we we faved teh clown, Purple essence all around, See me and my folks we blaze the pounds, Ain't no brown , It's all green, Playas know what the hell I mean, A whole new scheme, a whole new dream, I just got me a triple beam, From a dope feen, But he a homie though, Use to be a balla, Till he started using all his dough, Rock it up, Chop it up and a sack it u, All true to the rules may be, No fool you always actin up, And they know woofin, They loving what these fentles cookin, Thats why im jukin, That candy creme, wit that cash, and that mary jane, you know tha game, I gots to gets tha money man, (Chorus2x) My playz dreams are magical, My top notch game is valubable, Im stackin my mathematical, Cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe, A Las Vegas Nevada hoe, Strip Her into national, Some big old tits and ass an all, She lobes all by that grass I grow, Her schedule ain't flexible, They all libe in Mexico, Got a semi truck with hella blow, And he scats across the border hoe, That's why, the duck is coming buckets, Posted on teh gizzard, Blowing sweets like they gots trumpets, (Chorus 2x) Before I run out Let me be cocky cuz I have teh habit, That fluffy rabbit, That Purple puss, That white magic, It got them feening, For a mouth pieve that be poppin pees an, Got them sick and queezin, Can't let them haters be teh reason, You taking losses, Fuckin off ur credit that ain't cool, Then you wonder why these fool ride and blast at you, That's the game and the game gonna take a stride, It's baby bash, baby boy im come take a ride, (Chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
(Sexy Eyes) They're so lovely,
(Sexy eyes) Make me wanna love ya (Sexy Eyes) Girl you’re lookin’ way cool tonight Oohh (Da da da da) Ya know I got the cognac, (Da da da da) And the phat bomb sack (Da da da da) Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized, Lady come and take a ride with me Shorty do you know the time All I wanna do is vibePut you on the suga ride Smilin’ wit your pearly whites Sexy eyes Sexy waist Sexy each and every day Wanna put this thang up on ya Sexy mama wanna marry me But hold up now, we just met Let me see how long you keep it wet Hold it steady, already, Baby girl we done did dat And I steal away to paradise When I look into your eyes, Mama very nice And we can do all type of thangs Rollin in them hips and I like to swang You know it’s makin to a trilla though Your sexy eyes are so spiritual [Chorus x1] The steelos and kamikazes Shrinin’ like Liberaci Smelling like Burberry Mi esi miagi It’s goin’ down like gravity Yo baby daddy mad at me And I throw these things so handily Caught me an assault and battery She still wanna love me like a playboy bunny Lookin’ like warm honey So classy and stunning Faithfully, she waits for me Like the real ones really do So gracefully she’s made for me And you know that’s on the cool Girl get your shine on like a candle in the wind Gotta keep my mind strong When I’m hammering within And one look is all it took Incredible thighs And one look is all it took Incredible eyes [Chorus x1] [x2] Time don’t wait for love And life don’t wait for a break in the weather It’s time for me and you to hook up Let’s get this thing together [Chorus x2] |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
[YEAH, YEAH, UHH]
ITS SUCH A FILTHY GAME, ITS SUCH A DIRTY GAME, DA GAME DONT EVA CHANGE, MY IMAGE IS EVERYTHANG. [CHORUS TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH] You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore, Because of my image, I might call you a hore You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disresepect [BABY BASH] Word around town is I pop these P's, word around town is I hold these G's, word around town is I blow these trees, word around town is Baby Beesh, Pimpin' in high velocity, yall squares betta back up off me, Cuz we gonna do what the hell we do, Baby Bash the ghetto socrities, Gettin' all these keys at playa prices, Top notch ho by da name of Icess, Soak it up qick cuz da game is priceless, money and mackin' is nuttin nice bitch Im out in Ohio man I missed my trial, Feds after me cuz i serve this D, got blessed as Golden child [Chorus] [Oral Bee translated in english] I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies I massage some ladies…but keep it on the hush, I’m a pimp, shit, I’m not supposed to have no crush met this lady, she was off tha hook, A playa got hard off her sexy look, To my homies I said that she was crazy horny, And, like most bitches she was dumb and corny ..well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent, I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went, Yeh suh! This mama turned me on, But then she met some slick-talkin’ playa and was gone, He was a nasty playa who called her a queen, Now, I can’t do that, I am a pimp-machine, ..sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine, but, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time… [Chorus] [Third verse] Image of a pimp is wut I got, take a look at me girl I live it hard, I aint chose to rhyme my game is cold, million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe, back to da daddy in a candy caddy, wit a half bag of afghanastani, Cuz me and Beesh see we blowin' big, cant help us now cuz we on it, Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it, Dont act like yo ass aint noticed it, im rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs, yall ready know they like to ball, I get paid fo sex give me the money on a daily basis, have yo ass on the track till 8 in da morning, Im a mack baby I aint savin' h0s. [Chorus] [Baby Bash] Blow one... Now wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast
I gotta get down Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Verse 1 Oh goody goody got da mornin woody roll ova so quick baby girl give it to me. Man wut a quickie stab it wit a stifie bust a bigga nut than Peter Pan and Jiffy. Give me a lil licky huggy kissie kissie And off last night I'm still a little wiggy Forgive my gah if I damage ya but it feel like I'm on Viagra Chorus Early in da mornin befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Early in da mornin befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Verse 2 Well I'ma Cheech I'ma Chong Wrap da watta bong Hit it fo so strong and hold it fo so long I'ma whip I'ma worm roll da whole blunt Grab da Visine feelin so crunk Check my watch Connect my dots scratch my croach and get in my flip flops All I hear is pots and pans wit da sizzel choriso con huevos man its off da hizzle chokin on dat residue I told ya'll man wut I fence ta do Ya know Hydro he a friend of mine take da monkey off my back like errytime Gotta stilo Dats so frio fly like an eagle so high me and my amigos anotha day anotha dolla anotha deal so wutcha huh wut when ya wanna kill? Chorus Verse 3 Who dat comin threw wuts really cracka lackin wuts up witchu Oh no not him again he be rollin wit em crazy ass Mexicans Baby Bash you a fool on da cool I'm just sayint hou Wuts da deal wut em otha boys playin fo Holla Holla all mighty dolla got errybody thinkin its cool to hate anotha but man hold up I'm on a new page All my hatas in da mess get out my Kool-Aid I'm quick ta spark up and steal sumbody's lighter I get cotton mouth and eat sum Jambalya Oh my Mya Oh hell yeah befo I make love I put you in da air Twice Last Night and Once in da mornin I gotta get down so I can get goin Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
she love to watch me in the mirror when im doing my stabbin'
And she aint into punks, giving em' bruises and bumps and she know i blow big, so she be twisting my blunts thats real talk, comin from a real hog on the block she love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks and even tho sometime, it might seem strange she wouldn't trade it in, with none of the thangs (chorus) (Baby Bash) Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice but she'd rather stick me, instead of rollin the dice cause she know im official, so why take a chance and end up with a over jealous sucka romance love to see me get the lap dance every now and then huh never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh now thats living like, who's the boss yeah she liking the money, but she lovin my sauce even tho she approached by them big time ballas she ain't having that cause ain't another like papa And her parents just dont understand What kind of man she in love with, but she dont give a damm so im laced up tight, cause i aint into laggin' iving in the fast lane, the game's nothin polite sleep all day, and grind all night someone she can get down with cus she dont mees with suckas she in love with a hustla, someone she could trust her (Baby Bash) and i know that she be feelin me lookin so good, little tight jeans on and G-strings on she dont be messin with them suckas she's in love with a hustla (chorus: Russell Lee) now thats living like, who's the boss yeah she liking the money, but she lovin my sauce even tho she approached by them big time ballas she ain't having that cause ain't another like papa And her parents just dont understand What kind of man she in love with, but she dont give a damm (chorus) one day we gon get it together One day we gon keep it together (4x) (chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
LSR...
I'm still high as I ride in my 7 duece coupe deville, yall soldiers know my truth be ill. Now with these visions and these bad thoughts runnin through my mind, (can't) stop the clock, see I'm runnin out of time. And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man, dressed in black out to jack me a game plan. Situation critical, it's called creepy physical, Hella cold, I'm a BO put off in hella old. Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless, I ain't home, but my mama don't notice. Nationwide with thugs, locc'd out it's just us, with the feds and the police out to bust us. (That's right) The most prominent, see we stay dominate, and stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit, Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage, end up on my block saying we the savage. [Chorus 1] So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... I hear you rappin bout the streets, talkin bout pushin deal, when most of yall never seen a triple beam scale, runnin from weed smell, runnin from dank smoke, then you get on the mic, talkin bout you been chokin? Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with yo chump change, don't make me start, cold hearted droppin punk names, you run thangs? maybe, in yo back yard, you act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard. Baby bash cross game, that's a negative, with savage dreams on my mind so repetative, let it live, let it go, playa do or die, cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride, down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me, I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin me, so while I have kids beatin up on the door, I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona. [Chorus 2] So you got a platinum grill OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you got a record deal OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pack a few gats OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... You fell in love with yo bitch OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up, try to make a couple stacks fo' the days up, Hustle hard ni**a, that's how I live, only fuckin with fans, my ni**as and relatives, And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot, for supplying all the beats to the have-nots, HP you ain't knowin I run this, so stop braggin, won't kill what you don't bitch. Or watch your grill hoe, I'll have you iced out, you beat grills with your mutha f*ckin lights out, lame ni**a, we ain't worried about yo salary, get off them pills and come back to reality... [Chorus 1] So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
(Chorus)
I changed my life so I could be with you But you turned and walked away, Tell me what to do. I changed my life so I could be with you But you turned and walked away Tell me what to do Somehow I know you still believe Somehow I know you still believe Verse 1 You interrupted my bliss Fuck this I sorry Used to be steak AND fish calamari But now all you do is drink and party Girl you ain’t the greatest the greatest was Ali In the words of the late great Bob Marley No Woman, no cry, yes suh I do believe. I count my blessing every time I see my loved ones. Wondering why I be stressing of a silly woman. Boy get your head straight, boy get your head right. Keep on buzzin with your cousin Boy have a good time. Sometime I know it’s right, sometimes I know it’s wrong Sometimes I do it big, sometimes I’m all alone. (Chorus) Verse 2 WE Up and down like a see-saw. Baby let me free fall. Me fall for that again Don’t make me hee haw. Never will I get caught up again. I’m gonna put that on my momma and my next of kin They say money can’t buy me happiness, But it will brighten my day. They say money can’t buy me happiness, But it will brighten my day. Baby girl you don did it. Girl I ain’t wit it. Only problem in my life was you, So good riddANCE I’m out the door quick, feet first sideways. I’m checking out baby, And breathin some highway. (Chorus) Money won’t buy you happiness But it will brighten your day. Money won’t buy you happiness, But it will brighten your day. |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
oh its that man again,yeah,baby bash thats him,with the game so deep you goin have to swim,now check your stop watch,forward,check the time i be reckin cuz every second i be repin,hustlin 24/7,never get caught in same spot twice,cuz thats fashion,make my guest apperience baby boy,then im smashin,swiss on the accelerator,pimpin with no alligators,player i dont need them fuck bullshit.
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Chorus
Sometimes I wanna get away from all the confusion Causin' pollution I know you wish you could run away from this institution Cause there's no solution, to survive Another day when I'm waking up I turn my TV on CNN Another homie done bit the dust, my best friend's back up in the pen Somebody hit the twin towers, ? and the buildings came tumbling down All we could do was watch in tears While the people of America wondered how we let it go down Then, I heard a sound when I turned around This old man said pray for me Said I've been in the world for 88 long years and please don't let my knowledge pass you by I looked him in the eyes, and gave him a smile and said mister I don't mean no harm But you ain't going nowhere, so just pull up a chair I got greens fresh off the farm And with that he pulled a dolla from his pocket and said youngin' ima give it a try I said hold up pops, I ain't forget about the knowledge you promised so pass it by and then he said... Chorus From dusk to dawn, mom's always tellin me you must move on Let the past be the last thing to adjust you son And I trust you mom But that doesn't change my lust for fun, wanna bust my gun Wasn't much to some, didn't measure up to most started barkin down the road To the treasure up the post You just never f***ing know what you gonna see, where ya gonna be, who you gonna meet It's true you gonna sleep and slip into silence Shot guns fired, choppers and sirens Spotlight shinin, flashin on the glance At a boy without a chance and the devil in his hands I'm just sayin though, livin my life the way I'm supposed to I'm just sayin though, chasin the dreams... I'm just sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry That's the way it go man, why ask why I'm just sayin though take me away from my frustrations I'm just sayin though teach me to use my imagination I'm just sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry That's how it go man, why ask why Chorus |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
I was thinkin' on the weekend that we could get a lil freaky
I could call some of my girlfriends (x2) Show me what that body do like Wanna do everything you like Your girl looking way cool, how bout we hook up tonight? Jacuzzi's, sweet hotel, dirty movies, oh that's well I'm such a freak, ooh la la, groove me w/ that tail Down and dirty, rough and rugged, dog nasty cause you love it She gonna kiss it you gonna rub it Livin out my fantasy, baby come and dance for me You got that candy cream, let me see you pull your pantie string Let your thong slide to the side, chica open wide and let us do that damn thang, baby girl you know thats right It's kinda vicious though, its kinda pimpish though This carmel coated candy cane is so delicious though. Chorus Show me what your body do You can bring your girlfriend too We can have a ron de vu Menage A Trois We can have a drink or two You can bring your girlfriend too We can keep it on the cool Menage A Trois (x2) I'll show you what my body do Put it on her then put it on you Little freaky ron de vu Yea we can keep it on the cool Three's company so come with me Got enough to make two feel lovely He kissin me, she rubbin me, she lickin me, he fuckin me Wanna watch, you wanna see how me and my girlfriend get nasty We some freaks up in the sheets in a perfect fantasy But chu need a man w/ stamina who can take two women to handle her Like a playa done took viagra, workin it till he see the sun Powder yea that nasty girl, testing me? I'll rock ya world Got skills like a pro and plus you know I got that bomb pearl So boo I'ma roll w/ chu, yea me and my home girl too We gonna take it to the room, so baby what it do? Chorus Let me see you break yo back Baby girl take all of that Let me see you break yo back Uh-oh i think she swallowed that I got the mirror on the top of my bed and got that magnum P.I. for the top of my head Let's keep it all to the -gravy, me and you lovely ladies Sippin hypnotic, gettin exotic, man it feels so crazy (x2) You know I like to watch You know I like to see I'm kinda freaky mama Oh baby please believe it (x2) Chorus(4x) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
This is aint nothing new to me
Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop (FIRSTVERSE) I'm with my momma rant-a-car with ten and a half pounds No DL's, an endless amount of rounds With my mind on my mansion, I'm smashin about the town You thought I was a hog? Wait till I clown now Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me 'cos I'm nifty with the milly when the torch is on And Play every play like its fourth and long Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig It dont take much, to split a fools wig See im only one shot from making the headlines So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!) And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop (SECOND VERSE) This old shit aint new to me I'm rockin stolen jewelry Try to chill so I leave the bay Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude's wig over baby bash He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash We kept G's on the omni floor Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off I don't like that bammer, I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step P walk and pull out a teck I thought you knew I'm a vet Let loose and threw up my set A-W-A-X to Latex Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne. (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop (THIRD VERSE) Now it's that pimpin ass Gringo Bitch is you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya Come around me again and ima murder ya I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down Get up in the brain, take over the soul 4 G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low One too many drinks, now he's gettin a roll So??? Tell them get this It's JT, I'm a dog when I spit this (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
Low G)
Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second War, that be the place where I do my dirt Kickin' doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz LSR, I kept it real from the fuckin' start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood is so dirty I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your j' s, your jacket, and your jewelry What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life Low G, now I got to earn another strike Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car Ghetto close, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far (Chorus: repeat 8X) Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika (Baby Bash) A maggets gon' be a magget, fagget's gon' be a fagget But if they want some static, I got an automatic This automatic, if I grab it Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket Looked at the wound and autographed it The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit I get my shit dirt cheifed, the way I like it You disrespect the clik, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie A Commodore, when I go to war so get down so I can touch you quickly No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot You fuck with punks, that's why I don't fuck with you Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' (Chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Tha Smokin' Nephew (2004)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Chorus:
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie. I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied.I put my weed hand n da sky. i put my weed hand n da sky. i respect it for da luv of life. a whole piece i aint never lied.i put my weed hand in da sky. i put my weed hand in da sky. V1: The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix. It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix. deep down in texas, dope house is so relentless. The fluff is endless. smokin wit my lawer and my dentist. Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks. Smokin on greener reef. singing boby to dem older cats. (bobby brown) Dem dodger sax,wit a coffee grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't curch me. Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though. My spiritual, lyrical,it's hydromyrical. I'm comin visious though,wit a fully loaded off dat derby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby. and don't disturb me when i'm floatin to my foreign land. You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand. My weed hand is something i don't disrespect. Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed. chorus: V2: I'ma gonna admit it and you know i'm wid it. Begin his life, got his only one and split it. Lit it up wit my nephew. and now i'm floatin. Puffin pepe lepew.My crown is broaken. soakin up my soal.sippen styraphone cups. choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats cool but pass da joint. Cause i'm as fly and you just had to go. cuz u dun cashed da bowl.and i didn't even get a hit.no not even a little bit.so now help me get rid of dis.baby girl don't disrespect the luv. and i can't see dat. ask where we get the best of bud. put up ur weed hand. Chorus: V3: Man i been gone since way b4. i hit da bong back up and blow. I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'.I blaze drown,sip on a 4.stayin high i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on my clothes. man look at my eyes they bout to closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky. I'm stayin blowed off optomos and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin high and i hustle fool.don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and clock sum cash. hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a young P.I.M.P.Just cuz i'm young don't mean i'm dumb. Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef. And pour sum of dat purple stuff.down here we smokin bud. ya i no u herd of us. chorus: ending outro: My weed hand, put ur weed hand in da sku, my weed hand, east west, my weed hand, north south, something we can all relate to, my weed hand. |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Im standing on teh curb,
Puffinon the herb, Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve, Im trying to stay high, Tru to the trilla, Tryin to get richer cuz it all about them illaz, Im standing on teh curb, Puffin on the herb, Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve, Im trying to stay high, Tru to the trilla, Tryin to get richer cus it all about them illaz, Well that's the way I put it down, R&D we we faved teh clown, Purple essence all around, See me and my folks we blaze the pounds, Ain't no brown , It's all green, Playas know what the hell I mean, A whole new scheme, a whole new dream, I just got me a triple beam, From a dope feen, But he a homie though, Use to be a balla, Till he started using all his dough, Rock it up, Chop it up and a sack it u, All true to the rules may be, No fool you always actin up, And they know woofin, They loving what these fentles cookin, Thats why im jukin, That candy creme, wit that cash, and that mary jane, you know tha game, I gots to gets tha money man, (Chorus2x) My playz dreams are magical, My top notch game is valubable, Im stackin my mathematical, Cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe, A Las Vegas Nevada hoe, Strip Her into national, Some big old tits and ass an all, She lobes all by that grass I grow, Her schedule ain't flexible, They all libe in Mexico, Got a semi truck with hella blow, And he scats across the border hoe, That's why, the duck is coming buckets, Posted on teh gizzard, Blowing sweets like they gots trumpets, (Chorus 2x) Before I run out Let me be cocky cuz I have teh habit, That fluffy rabbit, That Purple puss, That white magic, It got them feening, For a mouth pieve that be poppin pees an, Got them sick and queezin, Can't let them haters be teh reason, You taking losses, Fuckin off ur credit that ain't cool, Then you wonder why these fool ride and blast at you, That's the game and the game gonna take a stride, It's baby bash, baby boy im come take a ride, (Chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[YEAH, YEAH, UHH]
ITS SUCH A FILTHY GAME, ITS SUCH A DIRTY GAME, DA GAME DONT EVA CHANGE, MY IMAGE IS EVERYTHANG. [CHORUS TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH] You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore, Because of my image, I might call you a hore You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disresepect [BABY BASH] Word around town is I pop these P's, word around town is I hold these G's, word around town is I blow these trees, word around town is Baby Beesh, Pimpin' in high velocity, yall squares betta back up off me, Cuz we gonna do what the hell we do, Baby Bash the ghetto socrities, Gettin' all these keys at playa prices, Top notch ho by da name of Icess, Soak it up qick cuz da game is priceless, money and mackin' is nuttin nice bitch Im out in Ohio man I missed my trial, Feds after me cuz i serve this D, got blessed as Golden child [Chorus] [Oral Bee translated in english] I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies I massage some ladies…but keep it on the hush, I’m a pimp, shit, I’m not supposed to have no crush met this lady, she was off tha hook, A playa got hard off her sexy look, To my homies I said that she was crazy horny, And, like most bitches she was dumb and corny ..well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent, I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went, Yeh suh! This mama turned me on, But then she met some slick-talkin’ playa and was gone, He was a nasty playa who called her a queen, Now, I can’t do that, I am a pimp-machine, ..sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine, but, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time… [Chorus] [Third verse] Image of a pimp is wut I got, take a look at me girl I live it hard, I aint chose to rhyme my game is cold, million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe, back to da daddy in a candy caddy, wit a half bag of afghanastani, Cuz me and Beesh see we blowin' big, cant help us now cuz we on it, Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it, Dont act like yo ass aint noticed it, im rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs, yall ready know they like to ball, I get paid fo sex give me the money on a daily basis, have yo ass on the track till 8 in da morning, Im a mack baby I aint savin' h0s. [Chorus] [Baby Bash] Blow one... Now wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
I was thinkin' on the weekend that we could get a lil freaky
I could call some of my girlfriends (x2) Show me what that body do like Wanna do everything you like Your girl looking way cool, how bout we hook up tonight? Jacuzzi's, sweet hotel, dirty movies, oh that's well I'm such a freak, ooh la la, groove me w/ that tail Down and dirty, rough and rugged, dog nasty cause you love it She gonna kiss it you gonna rub it Livin out my fantasy, baby come and dance for me You got that candy cream, let me see you pull your pantie string Let your thong slide to the side, chica open wide and let us do that damn thang, baby girl you know thats right It's kinda vicious though, its kinda pimpish though This carmel coated candy cane is so delicious though. Chorus Show me what your body do You can bring your girlfriend too We can have a ron de vu Menage A Trois We can have a drink or two You can bring your girlfriend too We can keep it on the cool Menage A Trois (x2) I'll show you what my body do Put it on her then put it on you Little freaky ron de vu Yea we can keep it on the cool Three's company so come with me Got enough to make two feel lovely He kissin me, she rubbin me, she lickin me, he fuckin me Wanna watch, you wanna see how me and my girlfriend get nasty We some freaks up in the sheets in a perfect fantasy But chu need a man w/ stamina who can take two women to handle her Like a playa done took viagra, workin it till he see the sun Powder yea that nasty girl, testing me? I'll rock ya world Got skills like a pro and plus you know I got that bomb pearl So boo I'ma roll w/ chu, yea me and my home girl too We gonna take it to the room, so baby what it do? Chorus Let me see you break yo back Baby girl take all of that Let me see you break yo back Uh-oh i think she swallowed that I got the mirror on the top of my bed and got that magnum P.I. for the top of my head Let's keep it all to the -gravy, me and you lovely ladies Sippin hypnotic, gettin exotic, man it feels so crazy (x2) You know I like to watch You know I like to see I'm kinda freaky mama Oh baby please believe it (x2) Chorus(4x) |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
(Sexy Eyes) They're so lovely,
(Sexy eyes) Make me wanna love ya (Sexy Eyes) Girl you’re lookin’ way cool tonight Oohh (Da da da da) Ya know I got the cognac, (Da da da da) And the phat bomb sack (Da da da da) Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized, Lady come and take a ride with me Shorty do you know the time All I wanna do is vibePut you on the suga ride Smilin’ wit your pearly whites Sexy eyes Sexy waist Sexy each and every day Wanna put this thang up on ya Sexy mama wanna marry me But hold up now, we just met Let me see how long you keep it wet Hold it steady, already, Baby girl we done did dat And I steal away to paradise When I look into your eyes, Mama very nice And we can do all type of thangs Rollin in them hips and I like to swang You know it’s makin to a trilla though Your sexy eyes are so spiritual [Chorus x1] The steelos and kamikazes Shrinin’ like Liberaci Smelling like Burberry Mi esi miagi It’s goin’ down like gravity Yo baby daddy mad at me And I throw these things so handily Caught me an assault and battery She still wanna love me like a playboy bunny Lookin’ like warm honey So classy and stunning Faithfully, she waits for me Like the real ones really do So gracefully she’s made for me And you know that’s on the cool Girl get your shine on like a candle in the wind Gotta keep my mind strong When I’m hammering within And one look is all it took Incredible thighs And one look is all it took Incredible eyes [Chorus x1] [x2] Time don’t wait for love And life don’t wait for a break in the weather It’s time for me and you to hook up Let’s get this thing together [Chorus x2] |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
she love to watch me in the mirror when im doing my stabbin'
And she aint into punks, giving em' bruises and bumps and she know i blow big, so she be twisting my blunts thats real talk, comin from a real hog on the block she love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks and even tho sometime, it might seem strange she wouldn't trade it in, with none of the thangs (chorus) (Baby Bash) Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice but she'd rather stick me, instead of rollin the dice cause she know im official, so why take a chance and end up with a over jealous sucka romance love to see me get the lap dance every now and then huh never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh now thats living like, who's the boss yeah she liking the money, but she lovin my sauce even tho she approached by them big time ballas she ain't having that cause ain't another like papa And her parents just dont understand What kind of man she in love with, but she dont give a damm so im laced up tight, cause i aint into laggin' iving in the fast lane, the game's nothin polite sleep all day, and grind all night someone she can get down with cus she dont mees with suckas she in love with a hustla, someone she could trust her (Baby Bash) and i know that she be feelin me lookin so good, little tight jeans on and G-strings on she dont be messin with them suckas she's in love with a hustla (chorus: Russell Lee) now thats living like, who's the boss yeah she liking the money, but she lovin my sauce even tho she approached by them big time ballas she ain't having that cause ain't another like papa And her parents just dont understand What kind of man she in love with, but she dont give a damm (chorus) one day we gon get it together One day we gon keep it together (4x) (chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Low G)
Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second War, that be the place where I do my dirt Kickin' doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz LSR, I kept it real from the fuckin' start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood is so dirty I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your j' s, your jacket, and your jewelry What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life Low G, now I got to earn another strike Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car Ghetto close, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far (Chorus: repeat 8X) Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika (Baby Bash) A maggets gon' be a magget, fagget's gon' be a fagget But if they want some static, I got an automatic This automatic, if I grab it Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket Looked at the wound and autographed it The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit I get my shit dirt cheifed, the way I like it You disrespect the clik, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie A Commodore, when I go to war so get down so I can touch you quickly No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot You fuck with punks, that's why I don't fuck with you Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' (Chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Chorus
We deep!Yes suh! We creep! yes suh! WE throwed. we blowed. uh huh yes suh. we fly yes suh no lie yes suh. off the drank and the dank so high. Verse 1 its my arrival and my survival I'm skin' higher than mesiagh and his bible. watch fo dat rifle watch fo dat psycho. ya breezies choosen and she lookin kinda tight yo now if you talk that talk betta walk that walk dont let this pretty face fool ya cause I'm a savage like a dallas maverick got nephews that will do ya snatch that jersey off yo skeleton wit the quickness and if its wall to wall you betta gaurd yo jaw we handle that buisseness servin this game like tennis we up in dis mean muggin crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin rap by ? blowin on trees cousin. Nick is sticky in the payne tricky in the tank and dont miss me wit dat dank 5 fronted in the street equals 65 G's in the jordan Breifcase like that boy from the P its bigger than showbiz so i'm stayin focused when they holla at the club much them bows is? (CHORUS) VERSE 2 I remember when my thug showed me how to slang heat how the man funna talkman we gon bring beat this what i'm goin through this what i stand fo thuggin aint that leagal but doin what I can bro but i sound small as amens i'm raw as amens i pop wit lift mics and bitch press hens damn hes all in it seen niggas bawl in it bawl otta tennisand story we know all about it niggas mad at the game it aint showin no love yeah its cold nigga deal wit it show 'em you thug havin partnas in prison and a few dead friends was the streets way of showin me two dead ends then the beats got tha showin me you could make ends goin hard in the pank went ta pussy fo a skank one thug that had was in that bar bash in tha manilla world comin fo dat ass yes suh (CHORUS) I'm jus a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man i'm just a mack man i'm just a mack man and if its crackin where ya mackin where you at man (CHORUS x4) |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Chorus
Sometimes I wanna get away from all the confusion Causin' pollution I know you wish you could run away from this institution Cause there's no solution, to survive Another day when I'm waking up I turn my TV on CNN Another homie done bit the dust, my best friend's back up in the pen Somebody hit the twin towers, ? and the buildings came tumbling down All we could do was watch in tears While the people of America wondered how we let it go down Then, I heard a sound when I turned around This old man said pray for me Said I've been in the world for 88 long years and please don't let my knowledge pass you by I looked him in the eyes, and gave him a smile and said mister I don't mean no harm But you ain't going nowhere, so just pull up a chair I got greens fresh off the farm And with that he pulled a dolla from his pocket and said youngin' ima give it a try I said hold up pops, I ain't forget about the knowledge you promised so pass it by and then he said... Chorus From dusk to dawn, mom's always tellin me you must move on Let the past be the last thing to adjust you son And I trust you mom But that doesn't change my lust for fun, wanna bust my gun Wasn't much to some, didn't measure up to most started barkin down the road To the treasure up the post You just never f***ing know what you gonna see, where ya gonna be, who you gonna meet It's true you gonna sleep and slip into silence Shot guns fired, choppers and sirens Spotlight shinin, flashin on the glance At a boy without a chance and the devil in his hands I'm just sayin though, livin my life the way I'm supposed to I'm just sayin though, chasin the dreams... I'm just sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry That's the way it go man, why ask why I'm just sayin though take me away from my frustrations I'm just sayin though teach me to use my imagination I'm just sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry That's how it go man, why ask why Chorus |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast
I gotta get down Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Verse 1 Oh goody goody got da mornin woody roll ova so quick baby girl give it to me. Man wut a quickie stab it wit a stifie bust a bigga nut than Peter Pan and Jiffy. Give me a lil licky huggy kissie kissie And off last night I'm still a little wiggy Forgive my gah if I damage ya but it feel like I'm on Viagra Chorus Early in da mornin befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Early in da mornin befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Verse 2 Well I'ma Cheech I'ma Chong Wrap da watta bong Hit it fo so strong and hold it fo so long I'ma whip I'ma worm roll da whole blunt Grab da Visine feelin so crunk Check my watch Connect my dots scratch my croach and get in my flip flops All I hear is pots and pans wit da sizzel choriso con huevos man its off da hizzle chokin on dat residue I told ya'll man wut I fence ta do Ya know Hydro he a friend of mine take da monkey off my back like errytime Gotta stilo Dats so frio fly like an eagle so high me and my amigos anotha day anotha dolla anotha deal so wutcha huh wut when ya wanna kill? Chorus Verse 3 Who dat comin threw wuts really cracka lackin wuts up witchu Oh no not him again he be rollin wit em crazy ass Mexicans Baby Bash you a fool on da cool I'm just sayint hou Wuts da deal wut em otha boys playin fo Holla Holla all mighty dolla got errybody thinkin its cool to hate anotha but man hold up I'm on a new page All my hatas in da mess get out my Kool-Aid I'm quick ta spark up and steal sumbody's lighter I get cotton mouth and eat sum Jambalya Oh my Mya Oh hell yeah befo I make love I put you in da air Twice Last Night and Once in da mornin I gotta get down so I can get goin Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Early in da morning befo I eats my breakfast I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down Late night in da evenin befo I gets to sleepin I gotta get down |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
(Chorus)
I changed my life so I could be with you But you turned and walked away, Tell me what to do. I changed my life so I could be with you But you turned and walked away Tell me what to do Somehow I know you still believe Somehow I know you still believe Verse 1 You interrupted my bliss Fuck this I sorry Used to be steak AND fish calamari But now all you do is drink and party Girl you ain’t the greatest the greatest was Ali In the words of the late great Bob Marley No Woman, no cry, yes suh I do believe. I count my blessing every time I see my loved ones. Wondering why I be stressing of a silly woman. Boy get your head straight, boy get your head right. Keep on buzzin with your cousin Boy have a good time. Sometime I know it’s right, sometimes I know it’s wrong Sometimes I do it big, sometimes I’m all alone. (Chorus) Verse 2 WE Up and down like a see-saw. Baby let me free fall. Me fall for that again Don’t make me hee haw. Never will I get caught up again. I’m gonna put that on my momma and my next of kin They say money can’t buy me happiness, But it will brighten my day. They say money can’t buy me happiness, But it will brighten my day. Baby girl you don did it. Girl I ain’t wit it. Only problem in my life was you, So good riddANCE I’m out the door quick, feet first sideways. I’m checking out baby, And breathin some highway. (Chorus) Money won’t buy you happiness But it will brighten your day. Money won’t buy you happiness, But it will brighten your day. |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
LSR...
I'm still high as I ride in my 7 duece coupe deville, yall soldiers know my truth be ill. Now with these visions and these bad thoughts runnin through my mind, (can't) stop the clock, see I'm runnin out of time. And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man, dressed in black out to jack me a game plan. Situation critical, it's called creepy physical, Hella cold, I'm a BO put off in hella old. Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless, I ain't home, but my mama don't notice. Nationwide with thugs, locc'd out it's just us, with the feds and the police out to bust us. (That's right) The most prominent, see we stay dominate, and stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit, Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage, end up on my block saying we the savage. [Chorus 1] So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... I hear you rappin bout the streets, talkin bout pushin deal, when most of yall never seen a triple beam scale, runnin from weed smell, runnin from dank smoke, then you get on the mic, talkin bout you been chokin? Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with yo chump change, don't make me start, cold hearted droppin punk names, you run thangs? maybe, in yo back yard, you act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard. Baby bash cross game, that's a negative, with savage dreams on my mind so repetative, let it live, let it go, playa do or die, cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride, down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me, I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin me, so while I have kids beatin up on the door, I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona. [Chorus 2] So you got a platinum grill OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you got a record deal OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pack a few gats OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... You fell in love with yo bitch OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up, try to make a couple stacks fo' the days up, Hustle hard ni**a, that's how I live, only fuckin with fans, my ni**as and relatives, And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot, for supplying all the beats to the have-nots, HP you ain't knowin I run this, so stop braggin, won't kill what you don't bitch. Or watch your grill hoe, I'll have you iced out, you beat grills with your mutha f*ckin lights out, lame ni**a, we ain't worried about yo salary, get off them pills and come back to reality... [Chorus 1] So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
oh its that man again,yeah,baby bash thats him,with the game so deep you goin have to swim,now check your stop watch,forward,check the time i be reckin cuz every second i be repin,hustlin 24/7,never get caught in same spot twice,cuz thats fashion,make my guest apperience baby boy,then im smashin,swiss on the accelerator,pimpin with no alligators,player i dont need them fuck bullshit.
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
This is aint nothing new to me
Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop (FIRSTVERSE) I'm with my momma rant-a-car with ten and a half pounds No DL's, an endless amount of rounds With my mind on my mansion, I'm smashin about the town You thought I was a hog? Wait till I clown now Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me 'cos I'm nifty with the milly when the torch is on And Play every play like its fourth and long Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig It dont take much, to split a fools wig See im only one shot from making the headlines So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!) And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop (SECOND VERSE) This old shit aint new to me I'm rockin stolen jewelry Try to chill so I leave the bay Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude's wig over baby bash He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash We kept G's on the omni floor Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off I don't like that bammer, I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step P walk and pull out a teck I thought you knew I'm a vet Let loose and threw up my set A-W-A-X to Latex Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne. (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop (THIRD VERSE) Now it's that pimpin ass Gringo Bitch is you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya Come around me again and ima murder ya I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down Get up in the brain, take over the soul 4 G's a night, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low One too many drinks, now he's gettin a roll So??? Tell them get this It's JT, I'm a dog when I spit this (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |
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from Baby Bash - Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Hook:]
Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait to be alone with you (baby) [Baby Bash:] I bet you never seen a shorty so fly Pushing candy paint with the chrome chopping by Throwing up playa waves to my partnas on the block They all show love to my shorty doo wop In the juicy fruit jeans bumpin 3-15’s Living every fantasy a ghetto girl dreams Watch her swing and bang as she bend another corner Looking way cool coming thru with the dosure Now after two honey blunts I discovered the buzz I’ma call her shorty she gon call me her love Thru the thick of it all she accepted collect calls When her daddy got caught up by the law [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait (I can’t wait) to be alone with you (baby) [Baby Bash:] For real though for real though for real though She the girl in the movie and I’m the hero Stuck with me when I violated p-role And came up when she started with zero Baby Bash Latino Robert de Niro She got with me cause her hubby was a weirdo And yes sir she looking so mighty mighty Love me cause I’m fresh and clean and so tighty There’s a piece to the puzzle the grind the hustle Respect when I’m good and love me when I’m in trouble And yes sir, oh no, yes sir she looking so throwed [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) Yeah that’s my shorty doo wop (I love them things she do) And I can’t wait to be alone with you (baby) [Bridge:] I can’t wait (I cant wait) to be alone with you (to be alone with you girl) Cause you’re the only one who do the freaky things you do You keep me feeling high you keep my drama low (ohh) Yeah I’m your shorty boy (my shorty girl) but you already know [Hook:] Yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop Yeah that’s my shorty (that’s my shorty) doo wop (doo wop) And I can’t wait (I can’t wait) to be alone (baby) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro - Akon & Baby Bash]
Hoooo Yeah Said everything that you want me to I'll do it Tell me what the word is already [x4] [Chorus - Akon] Don't look no farther! Baby im back (yeah) I'm here to care to you (any thing that you want me: do ill do it) Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover) Ill be your best friend Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill do it) [Baby Bash] Now im back in a flesh Feelin so blessed, back in your corner suga, suga don't stress Forget about the rest; let's go inside, im back in your zone Baby im back in your vibe, now I cant be denied I can lie im on ya I never ever wanna say sayonara Some body told me that the grass was greener On the other side of lake Arriba Never really used to be a mean to cheat her What I gotta do to be a keeper These words comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now im home, Please forgive me for being a rolling stone, Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome, Get off the phone till he swears to leave me alone, Let my start your interest, now there's no more dating on the internet, Cause you already know how I get it wet, how I get it so saucy and I get respect, You don't have to look no farther, you dealin with the whole enchilada You don't have to look no farther, you hotter then a fire starter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute, (oooohhh) [repeat x4] Now im back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat x4] [Chorus x2] |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Intro-Baby Bash)
Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy Super Saucy. Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy (Verse-Baby Bash) Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch The finest linen, the type of ish she love to cop The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona She hating attention, but every naked eye on her Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner I'm offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona Super Saucy, Sergio ??? sandals And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles Stuntin all the way across the floor for sure Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang (Chorus-Avant) You're the apple of my eye I'm feeling like a drug I'm so high Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy So take a ride with me off in the whip I'll push the keys to you just let me Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy (Verse-Baby Bash) Uh, I'm trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I'm saying You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body's displaying And I'm a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans That makes us equally compatible, expectations For you its education, for me is to rock the nation Now that's a combination we should be modulating Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariuchi I'm digging the purse, your matching, that's authentic guuchi And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe And I just wanted you to know… (Chorus) (Bridge)(x4) Lets get it crunk-a-lating Lets get it bubble-lating You got the Motts and I'm a boss Yeah that I'm saying (Chorus)(x2} (Intro)(x2) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Money Money Money
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Baby Bash]</i> She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate She's always on time and never a day late She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight And me without her is something I can't take Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends She my fatty, I'm her dirty and she's my best friend Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Eww my favorite charge Eww I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine The same color as my hydro, I swear the only breezy I die for My mind sold In love with this cheddar Me and her go together Like birds of one feather She keep me riding on leather And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home She's my playboy bunny that's sweeter than honeycomb <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Baby Bash]</i> Love at first sight Sex on the first night My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight She's doing the thing right She's beeping compliancy If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy My fly serenity, my pockets is energy As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessy I'd love to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja Got them dime pieces making love to my poster (what is it?) I'm loving this part of the game And my money aint genocide I aint got to explain Swinging her from lane to lane We doing the damn thing My money, my motivation, my national campaign <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Feminine Voice & Baby Bash]</i> My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind Money, Money, Money Money Money, Money, Money |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout (I'm jus sayin)
Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play (its goin down) (Chorus 2x) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, u already know) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, kno evrywhere we go) (verse 1) Now its about dat time, we rearrange ur mind We jammin jersey 4 shersey we blowin on dat pine Dey call me baby bash So wet wen i park i splash I only f**k wit da trill dat aint no sucka task Now lets accelerate n get 2 celebratin I'll throw my drink in ur face wit all dat playahation I'm not gon have it Super unleaded watch me pimp We got em thrown hard down at da rocky pimp I gotta supa bed We keep it on da cool Space city, h-town man wat it do? Lets get it gravitatin Get thrown out da club I'm throwed off like a muthaf**ka poppin bub (Chorus 2x) (verse 2) Now u jus tuned into da crunk show Nephews n my uncles We poppin purk put in work So wats up tho? We like it big n heavy Enormous an humongous An on my fingers an the glock it grew some green fungus I'm tryin na bump a beat Wit out even tryin I'm throwed off like a fastball from Nolan Ryan Sum like 2 get it hypie Sum like 2 get it crunk Sum like dat bold fast And sum like dat perky stuff (Chorus 2x) (verse 3 paul wall) I'm da Chick Magnet Imma da people's champ Im in da club throwed off 'cause i'm da peoples tramp I'm takin shots of Patron I wash it down wit a beer I spit da same mackin game to evry dime piece here I'm da topic of discussion to da gurls at da bar Dey wonder if i'm drinkin alcohol Or sippin on barre Dey fell in love wit my car Dey wanna marry my cash Dey wanna be down wit a playa 'cause i'm ridin wit bash I already I pull up on pirelli drippin candy paint n jelly I stop, at *chimmy chan's* an throw sumthing in my belly Its paul wall, a G in da mack Its goin down, 'cause i'm dope like dat I'm jus sayin tho (Chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Angel Dust, Pitbull)
(Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) (Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless Dirty dirt Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado Here we go Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it overseas to France and Germany On the radio Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be Shake ya thang, now (Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)) Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that (laughing) This muh'fucker got jokes On the way To the show With my folks Na-da-da-da-da From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray Tejas, where the trill players don't play To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight Here's a sneak peak For your ass when the time's right (Repeat Chorus & Hook) (Verse 2: Pitbull) Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang Where you from Cali, they do the damn thang I'm a take ya to Texas Where they slow it down, mayne Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?) They ain't ready for what's about to happen ?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan Dite, que venga I got the Latins on lock From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!) (Repeat Chorus & Hook) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
What is it
Move it up Drink it up Roll it up Shake it up (2x) (chorus:) Money,sex,acohal Shopping sprees at the mall Who wit' me Who who who wit' me Who who Mink coats, rabbit fers Anything that she perfers Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Candy thangs switching lanes Kron grills and wood brains Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Love peace chiken greace In the club or in the streets Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who You must be dumb or blind If you cant see my kind Sharp as a porkupine We off the party line Im so electrified Im so electrified Im so (4x) Im so electrified You know theres nutin to it Where the hekll you goin stupit We off them trees honey bee With that duel fluid Across the riva Above the clouds Its where you find me wit ma people What im talkin bout (chorus) Heavens the mother troad Clovers and blue dimounds I don't know what the hell im sayin but im still rhymein And im so ultrafly Ultramagneticfly This vodka wit this red bulls got me energized U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x) (chorus) Let me see you sweat Let me see you drip Yeah (4x) U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x) (chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Say I ain't got time
[Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash] My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees dawg And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin' gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin' Want it green as a gecko I'm respectful to some of ya'll But some of ya'll be frontin' I don't owe shit to none of ya'll I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits The game is gettin' graphic but man I got to have it Some love a drug addict But it ain't no excuse I got these money mackin' skills I'mma put 'em to use And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough And I refuse to let a so-called ruin my stuff [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash] I'm movin', and got nothin' to say cause 24 hours ain't enough time in a day So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist If a peck on the cheek mean death watch for the kiss Take time under pressure By any means or measure Remember one's trash is another man's treasure Buisness befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest I'm in the trenches face down in the game bruh And can't nobody know my real name bruh Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin' Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day In the truth, in the way The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash + (Akon)] One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (cause I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (Oh, I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (Yeah, I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together (I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together (cause I'mma get it together, gotta get it together, gotta get it together Been grindin' forever, it's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah, Get it together, get it together said I'll get it together) [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey [Chorus:] (Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches Back givin' nig's the business Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot (Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne Laced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang Hood money, hood fast livin' The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin' One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang Ride on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang But I still run the land, with the gun in hand Cause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man Califoolya, better keep your Calico Cause round here niggaz don't scrap no more And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low and make it wobble to the floor I squeeze heat, fuck your day up like barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T Now who gon' bring the West back? I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed In the studio tryin' to balance the two One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans Hopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet Motherfucker I'm in the set So don't make me have to come to your video set With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky If you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Chorus x2)
Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Baby Bash) I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say Ronnie Ray you need to stop it Punk bootleggers man they f**kin' off my profit Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III Thinkin nasty she the whole extravaganza Gloss when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on muthaf**kas actin' up Give me fifty feet betta back tha f**k up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Rasheed) (Ugh) Downtown Super Bowl 38 (eight) In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight (weight) In case it get to state keep me in a G manner (manner) All my homies roll like Tony Montana (tana) Listen to the law, jappa jaw, on the scanner (scanner) Sippin' purple hawk started bangin' David Banner (Banner) Money in the Benz but I'm layin in the Lac (Lac) Stomach so swole throwin' up in the back (uuuggghhh) She was fine yes suh she was trill Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills (man chill) Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel (flannel) Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel (Channel) (Yeah) Roll with tha pimps oh nah I'm not a balla (balla) Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler (ahhh) Call her on the celly, work my jelly Meet the mami at the telly, roll a fatty Jump in tha ride and disappear like Makaveli What (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Lucky Luciano) (Uh) Man I step in tha club like it ain't no thang I'm valet parked been drankin' all day Paparatizi takin' pictures and tha haters lookin' mad but the boppers showin' love and I'm signin' autographs Bartender know me and he know I do tha fool E'ry body in my ear and I'm like who is you Give me fifty hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise (boy) I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed (blowed) Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt (yuh) What you got under that skirt girl what chu talkin' bout I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk But it's about to be two girl tell me if you're ready (yuh yuh) Let's sip champenge in my ja'causezi at the telly (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Grimm) (Uh huh) My cup got syrup in my soda I don't give a f**k don't tip my shit ova Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rova Paul got 'em all lookin' ova they shouldas (what) Chuggin' on dro got smoke in my windpipe Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life pimp life) Nigga what it is what it was what it been like (like) Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries (fries) Pants so skin tight man so freak like Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight (night) Now she wanna go home go to bed and sleep tight (tight) Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right (right) (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) No shame No shame No shame |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free)
(Kat Williams) Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike Please do not get the game crossed up In order for you not to get tossed up Whether or not you are flossed up It is necessary in every pimp's life To get bossed (Suga Free - Verse 1) Hey, Suga Free Why Roxy jockin' Probably cause she don't want you to know she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin' Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick Bossed up like it was nothin' I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause I'm too fly (Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams) Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood Because that's what the pimpin's there for She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for (Verse 2) Can you believe this? First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about I would've told, "Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!" You know you love her up Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified Man, all that bullshit should cover up Holy Nickelodeon... You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian... But that's what they get for love and shit Sincerly yours, Suga Free And thank you for nothin' (Repeat Chorus Twice) (Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) Sippin' on that good bombay Rating these rat chicken traps all day Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle (Baby Bash - Verse 3) What's really, though I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?) But you don't hear me, though Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex We keep it A.O.B. All on, baby Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy You trick harder than the NBA And got mad when your weeds got send my way Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks (Repeat Chorus Twice) (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Vieja Go bring me some Church N' Chickens Jalepeno on the side (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) You look You don't know me Until you blow me Suck it! (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas For his dog to lick (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Hey, Bash Call Fred Wreck Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey (Verse 4) I once put a chick in a guillotine choke Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough And this ain't no studio shit How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch And I just call 'em how I see 'em From A.M. to the P.M. It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m I spit caps I spit caps And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq (Repeat Chorus Four Times) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro:]
Bubble pop Come on [Repeat 4x] [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Verse 1:] You keep it bubbalicious Girl and thas what's up Your handling yo business Girl and thas what's up I like it when ya shake it Girl and thas what's up You know that u can take it Girl and thas what's up Supa dupa fly Baby Girl, you so grown Bangin' cold flavor Thas some cold Rocky Road Mah friends lay low on da Next episode We havin' some of trouble When we bubble Girl, let da game flow [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Verse 2:] Now how da hell u get a playa So electrified Is that a dance you do Or an exercise Baby take me to a place Where my spirits run free Dance like we in France mama Ooh-Wee-Wee You the type of chick who loves Skirts and High Heels I'm the type of cat who like throwin' dolla bills Ain't no trouble when we bubble Fly like a breeze You can beat the Genesee I'ma be ya lemon squeeze [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Breakdown:] Bubbalicious Oh yes So fly [Repeat 3x] [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Russell Lee)
Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa (Richie Rich) Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It's simple and plain The Chevy wit the blew out brains As I bounce and mash Count this cash Floss and flash Cop and blow a zip wit Bash Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's? I'm a cross the finish line Tell me where's the flags? Brought my rag top Should have brought the Jag On the beach me and Beesh Look at all this ass I could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater And he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads So I choose to floss Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what? (Chorus): Russell Lee I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) (Baby Bash) I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne What the deal? I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize Now that's low Fa sho', conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me The original digital scale reader The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin' I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin' (Chorus) (A-Wax) I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from I understand it This been goin' on forever dog It's no end Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah Money was a necessity My greed got the best of me You think you smokin' Uncle B Who got the recipe? I'm sayin' it's nothin' I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly I'd rather you respect me than fear me I came a long way and still I got a while to go You probably thinkin' to yourself "What's he smilin' for?" My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it We takin' this money Big bundles of bills I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
feat. Jay Tee, Mac Dre
[Miami] Yeah You done brought your bathwater, this body parts Your ugly bitch But you ain't brought no Hennessy man And we did bring the Hennessy It was the one with pork in it We don't drink pork Bitch Privilege in A pork [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Miami] But did you bring that Hennessy [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Both] But did you bring that Hennessy [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I left mamacita in the taqueria Half Selena Half Aaliyah Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing Got on the thang like eat the vi cream Started spittin' game, mayne, I got words Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves I say somethin' (???) never heard Like, "I'm, fly as a wings on the Humming bird" What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite I don't got all night Get ya thing together Tell your guide, bye Get some brain together I mean, it's whatever I don't see no limits To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee And oh yeah Baby, bring that Hennessy Chorus: Mac Dre I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes And backwood blitz For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) Three kegs, freaks that give head Treats and beach beads Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy) Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand Comin' straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam And I don't give a fuck, somebody split the blunts My currency like some surgery, it's Nip and Tuck Mr. Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew And you can even ask my agent He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie Ray's impatient And he's so flagrant Ready for liftoff Yeah You know they love it when he's dustin' his kicks off" (Mayne) I'm higher than a fire escape I got the munchies With seventeen topless models from different countries And don't let me start to vaporizin' Endorse me a chick on the horizon She swear she love the way I'm grindin' That privilege heat is tandalizin' Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Now when I walked up to I jumped in my county And told my mayne Hutch "Oh yeah, that hoe" I stepped on the gas Let off the break I'm in the V-Town, playboy, there's money to make I hit the liquor store To cop a fifth I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I'm Andre Hitch There ain't nothin' but real bad broads all over Tryin' to get me to come and park the Rover Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider Black kangol, grey alligator It's nothin' like A million beaters I asked baby, "Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters" Cause if she wanna Hit the corner We can take over California Don't trip I'm born to mack Half tank of grey, half cognac Repeat Chorus Twice [Miami] Man I done rather you bring the Hen Than your funky ass Your ugly bitch Your bad karma Or your broke ass mama And we gon' bring the Hennessy And not the one with pork in it And this is McGhetto Lagantey And I'm out Yahtzi |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee)
(Mr. Kee:) Yeah Hustler's theme Worldwide Come on (Hook: Mr. Kee) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustler's theme) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard rap) Pobre, I ain't retarded, you know we off that (Off that) From the west, my brother, to the east Back down To the diggy dirty for sherzy (What the feezy?) (Pre-Verse) (Verse 1: Baby Bash) Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock When it's just a limb, from this money right in my pocket Pimp I know you smell it cause it's gettin' you naucious Cause the shit I'm layin' on this track is Brown as the Foxy's I'm the done dealer Don Dadda, fresh out of Guatemala Some say, "Bash, you the shit" In Spanish, I'm the dada It's the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me Girls wanna caress me, like I'm Elvis Presley (Chorus: Russell Lee) It don't stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin' my winnings without punching no glocks The game's gettin' hard, so I gotta get smarter Watching out for cops, cause my homies got knocked Drought seas in our cheer, but my pocket's ain't starvin' That's why I stay chargin' You know we won't stop (Verse 2: Don Cisco) This is for my heavyweighters Pullin' strings like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa' sho Make a household Name out of Don Cisco Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, I'm fresh off the drug drought FED's couldn't stop me, head shots didn't pop me Wouldn't lock, never got me, I'm the same player, still cocky Bossed out Hoppin' out of the drought Lookin' flossed out, everything chopped, even the crop Believe I'm the don, listen, everything I'm breathing on Represent west side til the rider in me's dead and gone Me and Bash do things Butch Cassidy, sing Let 'em know it's all know, the cash prestine Come on (Bridge: Butch Cassidy) Ain't nobody gonna stop me now I'm gonna do everything I can And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow You gonna hear me from coast to coast But Somebody's gonna make me mad And I'm a take everything they have So put it all in the past And do it so quick, so fast (Hook) (Verse 3: Nino Brown) Homeboy I got the grid locked That good yatch, gone breezes And they serve rock Some motherfuckers can't caught blocks Trey hop Roley bezel for you got swapped You like spider monkey, Nino Brown's sasquatch Them little haters, they be tickling me Brush 'em off, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie Once again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin' through the avenues Dogder blue, homie The city that I represent Los Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep 'em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up Back the fuck up, move, biotch Get out the way You know the set, holmes And my A. stompin' Walkin' in my big brown boots Flossin' Stankin' eagle, that's my roots Motherfucker (Chorus) (Verse 4: Mr. Kee) Now put your money where your mouth is, anybody who doubt this Wherever you see the westside, that's probably where the south is United like a gang truce, khakis pants and house shoes But out in the Yay, it's throwbacks, beanies and bulletproof Spinners in their mouthpiece, heat up, and the old school Funk jump, no questions asked, ride like we supposed to Up in my city, see the bridge and the fall Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first This ain't no overnight choice, I'm been a hustler since birth They call me Mr. Kee, the Latin boss Latin king, Latin don Spittin' like the Latin play, tryin' to put his Latins on And they say money is the root of all evil But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words The hustler's theme (Chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
(Kookie:)
"I'm the one" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "Oh, no, no" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" (Bobby Bland:) "Oh, no, no, baby" (Verse 1: Baby Bash) It's the numero Uno, number one chulo Ridin' on the slab, with a top notch cool, oh Everybody you know, say they do it big Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it They might got muscle, but they got no logic And I got a big heart, by the size of a lion Five minus four, girl, without even tryin' (Ugh!) Now stir that up and add it up From Mexico to Canada Professional, no amateur And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up Then beat it up Then spank it up Til the ({*motherfuckin'*}) DJ crank it up I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time (Break: Kookie (Baby Bash slowed down)) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...) "Oh, no, no" "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...) "Oh, no, no, baby" (Verse 2:) Now you can go Black, or you can go white You can go red or brown, but it still ain't right If the sauce ain't tight, and the swag ain't cripsy With that bullshit, you can't miss me Crissy Lizzy's, don't get nathin' They about drama, I'm about bakin' Never would I fake, cause I just don't purr Ten thousand sqaure feet, and you ain't even gotta work (Ugh!) Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one Space fly like a punk rock Jetson Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one" (Hook: Baby Bash) Extra menace, no disrespect Hop on, don't miss the jet Uh Extra menace, no disrespect Uh Hop on, don't miss the jet Yee! (Break) (Verse 3:) I tips and dips in Cadillacs (Cadillacs) And I don't even trip off battle raps (Battle raps Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks (Asthma attacks) Find this thick little mami, and I handle that (Ugh!) By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens (Yeah) Sqaures don't know, that's what dollar means (Uh uh) Straight up out that Valley Jo/Vallejo H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro Yee! |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
O-oh (O-oh)
O-oh (O-oh) O-oh (O-oh) Swanananani (nanani, nanani, nanani) [Chorus:] She moves her body like a cyclone And she makes me wanna do it all night long Going hard when they turn the spotlights on Because she moves her body like a cyclone Just like a cyclone She moves her body like a cyclone And she makes me wanna do it all night long Going hard when they turn the spotlights on Because she moves her body like a cyclone A mighty cyclone Now look at that peppa' On the back of that bumpa' She aint even playin When she's shakin that ruppa' And oh, you aint know? She gets lower than a muffla' Even with her girlfriends Show stopping with a hustla' The way she move her body She might see the Maserati She wanna put it on me Try na show me her tsunami She make it hard to copy Always tight, never sloppy And got an entourage And her own paparazzi Now there she go again Ridin through the stormy weatha' You betta button up If you wanna go get her Cause it is what it is Errybody wanna love her But when she pop it boy You better run for cover [Chorus:] (It's a wrap) when she break them boys off a typhoon (It's a wrap) gotta get that phatty like a boss tycoon (It's a wrap) now hold it steady cause she make a mon soon (It's a wrap) now you can Google, download the iTunes See what I'm sayin She aint playin Yeah, she got them heads turnin You gon' hear it clack, clack When them heels get to burnin Stiletto so fuego She got her own label And got us all doin the tornado [Chorus] Shawty got looks (and) Shawty got class Shawty got hips (and) Shawty got a** When she hit the stage She drop it down low, like Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer Ay This is crazy It's amazing It must be the way of the lady Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer [Chorus] Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer Reer Oh |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
(feat. Paula DeAnda)
I'll be your supa chic I'll be your supa chic Woo One of them one's J to the R J to the R Super duper, super bad, super fly Super duper, super bad, super fly Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be as quick as can be I need a supa chic Your love is supa sick Your supa powers They ain't know who they foolin' with I need a supa chic Your love is supa sick Your supa powers They ain't know who they foolin' with Hold up, let's get it right I ain't got no kryptonite But I bet I spent a grip tonight Let's dip and hit the strip to night We only live once and we ain't pushin the daisies (? ), put your cape on and save me She said, "Shorty, where your body hurt? " Fresh off Bath and Body Works She smell so good and edible Her super love is incredible Them super villains gon' hate it 'Cause they love is overrated Misery loves company So I guess we keep them motivated Look up in the sky It's a bird, it's a plane Your love is super strong that will never ever change Now uh, oh, oh Yeah-eh-eh-eh Ne-eh-eh-ever Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be as quick as can be I need a supa chic Your love is supa sick Your supa powers They ain't know who they foolin' with I need a supa chic Your love is supa sick Your supa powers They ain't know who they foolin' with Now swanging, banging in the diamond lane Keep paid off this rhyming thang Candy-coated (? ) I keep my honeys shining, man I'm looking for my supa chic Driving around in my supa whip Super tight and super thick Hold me tight with that supa grip Look up in the sky It's a bird, it's a plane Your love is super strong that will never ever change Now uh, oh, oh Yeah-eh-eh-eh Ne-eh-eh-ever Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be as quick as can be I love my fenny, fenny And you all ready, ready I love my fenny, fenny And you all ready, ready I need my supa chic I love my fenny, fenny And you all ready, ready I love my fenny, fenny And you all ready, ready I need my supa chic I'm a be your get tonight Promsie, boy, no kryptonite I'm a set you free You'll have a supa friend in need Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be Whatever you want, whatever you need Call me, yeah And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be) I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic I'll be your super chic And I'm a be as quick as can be |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
(Chorus: Play - slowed down)
Do it like that Just like that Do it, do it like that Just like that Do it like that Just like that Bounce it from the back Let me hit it from the {back} (Verse 1: Baby Bash) No worries, no rush, mama, take your time Bumpin' that booty way down in line I'm a freak, of the week, I ain't playin' no games When it comes to money makin', know your top notch games She wanna add me to her life, like a MySpace friend Cause I kill it from the {back} and keep her body shakin' Mama Doogie like that, bubba one more time And when you shake it, don't fake it, Beezy blow my mind (Chorus) (Verse 2:) I just got a {back} from my cousin Jesus And now she way loose off the grey and the goose And she don't play, and I don't play, I'm a put this out on blast I update, that cupcake, boss up like Johnny Cash I know she tell her friends Her friends gon' tell they friends And when they see me, they gon' know what I'm carrying I'm an ice cold Mexican, hell yeah, I do it Gonzo In the back of the Escalanzo, me and her gon' do it pronto (Chorus) (Baby Bash: slowed down) Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Yeah, get it, get low Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Yeah, get it, hit the floor We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up We gon' boss up, boy, we gon' boss up (Chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
[Sean Kingston}
Lemme see ya go mama go mamma Get your girls and put on a show mama Get it on the floor dip it low mama(x2) [Baby Bash] I'm a holla back when I pop my collar back Girl I see that dunka dun dunk I want all of dat Follow dat train mane follow that caboosie Ain't nothin in the world like some thick and some juicy She goin downtown cuz her favorite DJ's spinnin I'm all up in the door so I'm already winnin I got a lotta women but I'm way too choosy And man I love my cake like that Ricky love Lucy On some peanutbutter leather with the wood so grainy It must be rainin dollars cuz she's lookin so gravy Sophisticated lady poppin till the end what it do what it is Baby girl tell me what's hannenin [Sean Kingston] Lemme see ya go mama go mamma Get your girls and put on a show mama Get it on the floor dip it low mama(x2) [Baby Bash] She move like she dancing on youtube The kinda chica that you really ain't used to Dame lo dame lo momma shoot through In my ear talkin bout Imma do you Everyone top notchin, everybody watchin Ain't no punk when she pop lock and drop it Straight show stoppin watchin me perform Got the cyclone ringtone on the phone I'm feelin on my body baby girl I'm in the zone Must be the goose mixed with a lil trone She make it happin cappin feelin on me We in the bentley and we feelin like yeee [Sean Kingston] Lemme see ya go mama go mamma Get your girls and put on a show mama Get it on the floor dip it low mama(x2) |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
Yea Yea mamacita chicanita in a fly way혚Ronnie Ray혚what is it
[Hook(Marcos)] Mamacita (mamacita) Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero) Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero) Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby) Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita mamacita [Bash] My mamacita got it goin on poppin the most like papparazi when they watch me and her hop in the low no destination but we racin in the drop on some chrome I know you heard it all before but Im your rock and your stone (it feels right) me and you sharing a star (its real tight) and nothings gonna tear us apart (so true) I'm feelin like im heavenly blessed (what it dooo) me and you to put the love to the test its so crazy when someone understands your mood with and open invitation that I cant refuse girl you never have to worry when my hands with you cherry pie its so bomb and I cant diffuse [Hook(Marcos)] Mamacita (mamacita) Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero) Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero) Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby) Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita (mamacita) [Bash] I can be your other half baby Im yo soul mate I can keep you cozy cus you know that you're my shorty seem like you're the only real one who really know me so this song is dedicated to my one and only an angel with them eyes and them honey butter thighs tryna figure out bout her wedding ring size I can be yo lover baby yo best friend and momma when we ride we gone ride to the enddd cus I know just what you need you need some high definition in yo l-i-f-e I know whats on yo mind and ill be patient ill be waiting for a very long time [Hook(Marcos)] Mamacita (mamacita) Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero) Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero) Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby) Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita mamacita mamacita [Bash] Lets keep it trill baby boo lets keep it honest a chief like myself need a lil Pocahontas to keep it A-1mamacita that's a promise everyday my gurl Imma treat you like a goddess cus everybody know every king need a queen with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem cus everybody know every king need a queen with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem [Hook(Marcos)] Mamasita (mamacita) Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero) Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (esperoooo) Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (tienes miedo ohohhh) Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (mejor) mamacita mamacita mamacita mamamcita yeaaaeya mamacita maaaaa [Bash] What is it wha wha what is it What is it wha wha what is it |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
[Aundrea Fimbres]
All day All night I'm feeling Your light [Hook 1: Baby Bash] Let's dip Let's roll My whip So throwed [Repeat Hook 1] [Baby Bash] You know the vibe is so dashin' Sexual passion You lookin' like a chica from the cover of Maxim We dippin' and smashin' We gassin' and breakin' The radio's locked on Uh They got it quakin' And you know it's going down, cause I'm spic and span I'm tryin' to get paid like I'm Vince Mcmahon So let's put a little purple in your life tonight High as a kite Me and you, we gon' ride for life Let's do it [Chorus: Aundrea Fimbres] All day All night I feel Your light The truth No lie I ain't even trippin', I just wanna dip with you All day (All day) All night (All night) I'm feeling (I'm feeling) Your light The truth (The truth) No lie I ain't even trippin', I just wanna dip with you [Break: Baby Bash] Come on, girl, we doing the damn doo-dah Come on, girl, we doing the damn doo-dah Come on, girl, we doing the damn doo-dah You can sit shotgun and watch me manuever [Baby Bash] Ya whole style Super Saucy, got me ready to dip Peel the window off the roof Put the smoke in the wind We ain't even trippin', let them haters hate us again It's the sophisticated player, and we scrappin' with Hen It's like magic When I pullin' out in my jeans I might Hit you with What Is It or some yadda-I-mean's And when I'm not in the Benz, they call me Cadillac Riot And they can miss me with that drama, girl, I'm ready to party You fin' to do it [Repeat Chorus] [Repeat Hook 1 Twice] [Hook 2: Ryan Tedder] We in the building, gettin' down like that (Like that) We in the whip, gettin' down like that (Like that) We at the tele, gettin' down like that (Like that) Frisky, in the morning, gettin' down like that [Baby Bash] Let's do it [Repeat Chorus] [Aundrea Fimbres] All day (All day) All night (All night) I'm feeling (I'm feeling) Your light The truth (The truth) No lie I ain't even trippin', I just wanna dip with you All day All night I'm feeling Your light [Repeat Hook 1] [Baby Bash] Let's dip |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
(feat. Chingo Bling and Lucky)
Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin, spinnin, spinnin You know da ese keep right now I ain't playin with dem Bently coupe drop down while you see da spreewells spin Now see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup Clean white tee tucked and I ain't givin it a fuck King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck Blow to da bone 2.2 pearly gold and I'm still sewing it down Moon roof to da back bently coupe blowin it out rock juice Like a electric guitar, bounce to da sky like I'm tryna shoot The stars and when I say what I do and I say what I've done You don't wanna see me back cause, listen and my Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells Spinnin, spinnin, on chrome my spreewells spinnin, His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin Now that's me coming with dem playa made mexicans that's baby Bash on dat ass thankin presidents some call her baby squirrel Like cash money benjamins I'm in the zone off that chrome in yo Residence look like I'm skatin, big ballin n heavy weightin the Trunk rida n look at that the speaker's quakin and I ain't fakin Like half the rappers in da nation so many trees look at the leaves That I be rakin and like inflation I'm bubblin up to get the bacon With the poundin and the gang n drink while ya'll procastin I'm off the cova yea a fighta and a lova you want some sauce come See ya boss about some butta Spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells Spinnin, spinnin, on chrome my spreewells spinnin, His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin His spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop Spreewells spinnin... my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin Chop chop you know it don't stop the spreewells keep spinnin And my trunks on pop, chop chop you know it don't stop the Spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop and I stay ridn Clean, driven screens yellow diamonds all on my ring keep some Style on my team speed under my driver seat diamonds spinnin Like my head after I dicoptined lucky I don't spend the rent Tell them folks to cut a check likes to get floss on I'm a boss son ten thousand on chrome paper grew n died long I ain't fuckin with it boy pimpin been pimpin long rims paid Fo J.O.B in A-town I don't rest in gettin chips outta strippa Mexicans stay dough n da game ain't free wheels spin like ceilin fans Wood grain up in my hand pocket full of benjamens You spend as much on tires cause you don't want beef with my ese These ain't no babynay shoes this is chingo bling shoes so Baby mama wipe me down my wet back with tissues go to old school Had to throw some urnge on dat hoe bought a 18 wheeler Had to throw some birds on dat hoe this n like that each wheel on relax Ain't no masa like that with the last name on the back got the 4 folks Pokin candy paint soakin H-town to mexico back of the oakland at night time I'm lookin I got my cowboy hat grill is warm stove and oven masa I'm a Double that they lookin for cause they don't like beaners how much naga can I pull if I ride these spinna's On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin chop chop you know it don't stop On chrome, my spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin, My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop My spreewells spinnin, my spreewells spinnin |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
As days go by
I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait till you come back home To have you all alone(As days go by) I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait till you come back home To have you all alone (As days go by) Now I done came a long way But ain't gone too far And hope this love letter don't Leave a big scar So baby just hold on Lil' momma just be strong Cause no one knew the war Would last us so long The rockets the red glare The bombs up in the air I'm just doing my duty But missin' it right there So as days go by I'm counting every minute Wishing I was home For sure with you in it But the soldiers that I'm runnin with Are ready to blitz This ain't no video This is just as real as it gets I made some lifelong friends Holdin' down the front line And girl I can't wait To get back in your sunshine (As days go by) I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait til you come back home To have you all alone(As Days go by) I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait till you come back home To have you all alone (As days go by) Now as days go by My time is spent reflecting On all the lil' things You said I was neglecting They say you never know What you have until it's gone Didn't know back then But I will from now on When I try to channel out All the fear and the stress I picture me and you rollin' Looking dressed to impress And to know you'll be there When I'm back from Iraq And feel good to know A real chica I have on my back Give everybody huggs And tell em' I really miss em ' And your boy be back When I'm through with my mission Give everybody huggs And tell em' I really miss em' And your boy be back When I'm through with my mission (As days go by) I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait til you come back home To have you all alone(As days go by) I'm missing you baby Patiently waiting For you To hold you To thrill you To feel you Tender kisses Give you the love you've been missing Boy I can't wait till you come back home To have you all alone As days go by As days go by One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together (As days go by) One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together As days go by |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
Ahh
Who Got It Who Got It Huh Young Bash Jim Johnson Uh Oh She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na She's So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] Out With The Old Girl In With The New Tastes So Good, Lemme Get Me A Spoon 31 Flavors, I'm Pimpin' Withchu And Girl I Got The Munchies, So I'm Stickin' Withchu Cinnamin Spice Up In My Life, Maybe One Day You Can Be My Wife [x2] I Can't Wait, I Got A Date Manana And My Girl Got A Platinum Na Na She Smell Like Shaqel With Her Cucumber Melon And Her Fashion Is Dipped In Prada Prada I Got A Boss One On My Team Every Playboy Mansions Dream And She Thicker Than The Sticker On My Winter Go-Getter Cuz She Break Me Off That Candy Cream She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na She's So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] She Got A Stack Full Of Cakes And A Million Dollar Waist When She Slid Up On My Chrome She Said Iti쥀 True Ronny Ray You As Cool As A Shade I Said Ya Whati쥀 Goin On Thati쥀 When The Na Na Got Weird And We Started The Perc Getting High As A Fire Escape She Said I Heard From A Bird Bout The Way You Get Down And Now Im Ready With A Video Tape I Guess It Was My Destiny To Hit That Juicy Recipe Call A Man Who Did Ectasy With A Whole Lotta Freaky Energy Swet Azuca On My Mind With A Top Notch Breezie On My Line I Get A Cavity Girl Every Time I Go Down Low Where The Sun Doni쥁 Shine She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na She's So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] [Instrumental] She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na She's So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? Well now the thrill is long gone The feelin is all wrong Got me feelin uncomfortable all in my own home And your ring tone song deleted from my phone And danm I use to love that song when it came on And no this ain't about no new company It's just time for you to do you and me to do me And you know, and you know That I know, that I know That we don't belong together no more And even though the memories still make me wanna believe The facts I gotta face em It's over it's history Cause you know We gotta breath and I don't wanna deceive A lie or get it twisted so baby I gotta leave. I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you, do you do? The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock When the loven was so hot Good to the last drop And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time Wait before the tears and the years on the grind Now you lookin at me crazy every time you hear my phone ring Use to get along better back when we was homies Use to keep it low key now we fight in public Argue about anything and every single subject So now I think it's better if we just keep it movin I won't trip off you and you won't trip off what I'm doin Cause baby this ain't crackin like it use to be I think you just got a little use to me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock When the loven was so hot Good to the last drop And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time Wait before the tears and the years on the grind I don't wanna say it but you know what I'm thinking And we should be apart Now it's over like a holiday I don't wanna say it but you know what I'm thinking And we should be apart Now it's over I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back Tell me what would you do, you do, you do? The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, The thrill is gone |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
(Feat. Keith Sweat)
(Chorus: Keith Sweat) Baby, it don't stop And it won't quit And I can't stop Until you put your body on me Don't stop And it won't quit And I can't stop Until you put your body on me (Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) Now the game don't stop when I operate And hell yeah, I got you on my mind We gon' swang, we gon' bang, we gon' dip and scrape Blow the brain, so cut the sunshine (Baby Bash:) We In Motion' Cruisin' and coastin' Laughin' and jokin' Girl, what, I'm smokin' Volvo's open Ash tray's pokin' Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin' Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin' That one day, that ya boy go broken But, never that, though, never, not I That's what I need a top-notch in my life (Chorus) (Baby Bash:) Me and my money go together like menudo and lemon Tell me where I got the most beautiful women I tour around, in a bus, with the studio in it I'm a Boss chief, and you my chief liuetenant Go Bash Runnin' the lanes like Steve Nash Tint glass All in my candy chrome whip I smash Dippin' through traffic, cause I'm about My pay Shoot to the Chi and Hollywood L.A. Billboard lights, and the Hollywood Hills Put it in your life, girl, tell me how it Feels To boss that body on a ice cold Mexi' Girl, you lookin' so sexy (Chorus) (Keith Sweat:) I be loving you, girl (Loving you) Touching you, girl (Touching you) Holding you, girl (Holding you) I be loving you, girl (Loving you) Touching you, girl (Touching you) Holding you, girl (Holding you, baby) (Bridge: Keith Sweat) You be my wifey (You be my wifey) My girlfriend (My girlfriend) My baby boo (My baby boo) I got you (Got you) You never have to walk from nobody Help you push it up on your body Make you scream my name Girl (Hook: Baby Bash) This is how we do it, wanna keep on rollin' Twice Last Night, hit it once, this mornin' This is how we do it, wanna keep on rollin' Hit it Twice Last Night, hit it once, this mornin' (Chorus) (Keith Sweat:) Tell me what it is, girl, that you like I know it (I know, girl) I got you Twisted, I know, girl Come on, girl, let's spend the night, oh Baby Bash Keith Sweat Felli Fel Mmm, yeah |
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from Baby Bash - Cyclone (2007)
You embarrassing us
Take that monkey shit off You embarrassing us Now everybody gon' do it, y'all know what's up Look on my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it when they step up in the club Mask on tight, and it's called the mean mug Now everybody gon' do it, I practice looking hard Mamis, hood rats, even super bad broads Everybody gon' do it, man, y'all know what it is Face in ya face and we do it like this Mug on mad dawg like I'm ready to box But I ain't trippin' past the women and some Henny on the rocks I got a whole lot of credit and my pennies is long I put a thizz on my face and bob my head to the song Fall through the door with a smirk, haters feelings gettin' hurt 'Cause I pulled that main skirt, Mac Dre on my shirt You know we fixin' to perk, face lookin' like I Just smelled some grand daddy purp' Purp', you see, I like where I'm at but I love where I'm goin' I'm leaving with a half breed Mexican and Samoan She super bad, stuntin' hard, mean mug on her grill Countin' feri', already steady huggin' the wheel Now everybody gon' do it, y'all know what's up, look On my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it when they step up in the club Mask on tight, and it's called the mean mug Now everybody gon' do it, I practice looking hard Mamis, hood rats, even super bad broads Everybody gon' do it, man, y'all know what it is Face in ya face and we do it like this What you lookin' at, bitch (Bitch) Pimp C (Nigga) (Ho) I said, what I said and back it up with the (Trigger) All you (Pussy niggas) Scary, if you mad say my name You a Playstation (Nigga) I don't play no (Fuckin') Games (Games) I ain't comin' for the fame (Bitch) I came to get some money (Money) Like magic green, for the cream, goin' for the honey (Honey) See that rabbit trick Trix offer, get my neck so sunny (Sunny) My ring's so sick Got your (Bitch pussy) Runnin' (Pussy) Runnin' Got your car on my earlobe (Bitch, lobe, bitch) You a star, but this a real (Ho bitch, ho bitch) You a new (Pussy nigga) Tryin' to battle with us Take that monkey (Shit) Off, you embarrassing us Now everybody gon' do it, y'all know what's up, look On my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it when they step up in the club Mask on tight, and it's called the mean mug Now everybody gon' do it, I practice looking hard Mamis, hood rats, even super bad broads Everybody gon' do it, man, y'all know what it is Face in ya face and we do it like this I got a mirror, man, I might just lookin' meaner I 'bout to walk up to ya gang, I'm knockin' out the leader I know it's ugly, right, no Freddy Krueger mask Somebody told us we look like we 'bout to whoop a ass So I told them this everybody gon' do it The look on my face came out a scary movie We'll show you how to do it, start lookin' hella mad Start gettin' hella crunk, start goin' hella bad Even though the fine girls make you look real good Sweat drippin', teeth grittin', that's that peel look You could be a square or you could be a thug It don't matter what you is, let me see you mean mug Now everybody gon' do it, y'all know what's up, look On my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it when they step up in the club Mask on tight, and it's called the mean mug Now everybody gon' do it, I practice looking hard Mamis, hood rats, even super bad broads Everybody gon' do it, man, y'all know what it is Face in ya face and we do it like this Mean muggin', mean muggin' Mean muggin', mean muggin' (Now everybody gon' do it) Mean muggin', mean muggin' Mean muggin', mean muggin' (Now everybody gon' do it) |
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from Baby Bash - Outta Control [single] (2009)
I dont need no love all I need is the DJ [2X]
[Baby Bash] It was midnight, I got the bootie call, She said I'm at the club, So I threw on my draws I'm lookin' throwed in my 'fit, Candy coat on my whip, The Popo's all on my tip, But man I dont even trip Sent me a dirty text, So I text her back, Scooped up the Stuey Boy cuz he had them purple sacks Now we gone with the wind, Its on and poppin' again, We rebel rockin and rollin, This club is outta c-, outta c-,ou-ou-ou-outta control! She got me outta control, She make me go crazy when she out on the on floor She know the DJ, He's on Serato, He date them models, He crack them bottles! [Chorus - Pitbull] Everybody say fellas what do ladies like money money money! Ladies what do fellas like that monkey monkey monkey! Money, money, Its outta control She showed that monkey, Whooo its outta control [Baby Bash] I'm double fistin' now, under a strobe light, Its lookin like a movie but its feelin so tight, Now I got one in the cage and I got two on the stage, I got a waitress on the under tryna' give me some face They play some Lil Wayne mixed with some T-Pain, They matched the Journey record, Now the dropped some Cold Play And now they playin' my song, The girls they showin' their thongs, We rebel rockin and rollin, This club is outta c-, outta c-,ou-ou-ou-outta control! She got me outta control, She make me go crazy when she out on the on floor She know the DJ, He's on Serato, He date them models, He crack them bottles! [Chorus - Pitbull] Everybody say fellas what do ladies like money money money! Ladies what do fellas like that monkey monkey monkey! Money, money, Its outta control She showed that monkey, Whooo its outta control I dont need no love all I need is the DJ [4x] Outta control she he got me outta control, She make me go crazy when she out on the on floor She know the DJ, He's on Serato, He date them models, He crack them bottles! [Chorus - Pitbull] Everybody say fellas what do ladies like money money money! Ladies what do fellas like that monkey monkey monkey! Money, money, Its outta control She showed that monkey, Whooo its outta control Ehh ehh! its outta control! [4x] |
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from Baby Bash - That`s How I Go [single] (2009)
thats how i go
thats how i go thats how i go how i go how i go I let the roof drop Drippin candy with super baby In my new car And I'm glad that she love to have me Im like ooh lord From Jamaica to Puerto Rico down to Utah From Miami to California they some cool brahs Haters tell me they can't be mad at my new job We be goin hard in the bank like a hoop star Its a finger li lickin good like a full course Give it to ya girl don't have to tell you baby You start if you like it you know I love it Baby 2 more And the smell of that new chanel girl it never fail We can fly away or just drive Baby heads or tails And oh yeah and oh yeah Said I met a lot of ladies and I travel the world Sometimes I party like crazy showin love to the girls Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl And then my pockets look gravy with plenty to give Somebody 'bout to have my baby and the key to my crib Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I said man girl you think its 5 o'clock traffic on that 101 Maybe later on tonight me you can have ourselves a 1 on 1 I swear I've seen you somewhere else Maybe it was on a movie screen Maybe it was on a television Or the cover of a magazine I know and I don't care Let me see your underwear Let me see how thick you is baby Let me see whats under there Everybody know we go go go go oh so fast when im on my grind But I can't lie when I see that ass I slow it down and take my time and I travel the world Sometimes I party like crazy showin love to the girls Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl And then my pockets look gravy with plenty to give Somebody 'bout to have my baby and the key to my crib Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I gotta red eye flight soundcheck another photo shoot Girl I gotta go I gotta do another interview Studio tonight have a banger you could listen to Baby you ain't even gotta ask You know I'm missin' you The money keep comin girl cause we keep goin Yeah we go and go and go and go and go and keep goin Yeah the money keep comin girl cause we keep goin Yeah we go and go and go and go and go and keep goin Said I met a lot of ladies and I travel the world Sometimes I party like crazy showin love to the girls Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl And then my pockets look gravy with plenty to give Somebody 'bout to have my baby and the key to my crib Thats how I go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl I go and go thats how I go girl thats how I go girl Thats how we go |
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from Hip-Hop Pre-Cleared Compilation (2008)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Baby I'm Back (feat. Akon) [Chorus Akon] Don't look no farther! Baby im back (yeah) Im here to cater to you (any thing that you want me: do ill do it) Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover) Ill be your best friend Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill do it) [Baby Bash] Now im back in a flesh Feelin so blessed, back in your corner suga, suga don't stress Forget about the rest; let's go inside, im back in your zone Baby im back in your vibe, now I cant be denied I can lie im on ya I never ever wanna say sayonara Some body told me that the grass was greener On the other side of lake haewa Never really used to be a mean to cheat her What I gotta do to be a keeper These words comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now im home, Kids forget me for being a rolling stone, Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome, Get off the phone till he swears to leave me alone, Let my start your interest, now there's no more dating on the internet, Cause you already know how I get it wet, how I get it so salty and I get respect, You don't have to look no farter, you dealin with the hoe with your lada, You don't have to look no farther, you hotter then a fire starter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute, (oooohhh) [repeat x3] Now im back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat x4] [Chorus x2] |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Intro-Baby Bash)
Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy Super Saucy. Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy (Verse-Baby Bash) Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch The finest linen, the type of ish she love to cop The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona She hating attention, but every naked eye on her Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner I'm offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona Super Saucy, Sergio ??? sandals And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles Stuntin all the way across the floor for sure Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang (Chorus-Avant) You're the apple of my eye I'm feeling like a drug I'm so high Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy So take a ride with me off in the whip I'll push the keys to you just let me Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy (Verse-Baby Bash) Uh, I'm trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I'm saying You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body's displaying And I'm a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans That makes us equally compatible, expectations For you its education, for me is to rock the nation Now that's a combination we should be modulating Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariuchi I'm digging the purse, your matching, that's authentic guuchi And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe And I just wanted you to know… (Chorus) (Bridge)(x4) Lets get it crunk-a-lating Lets get it bubble-lating You got the Motts and I'm a boss Yeah that I'm saying (Chorus)(x2} (Intro)(x2) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Money Money Money
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Baby Bash]</i> She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate She's always on time and never a day late She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight And me without her is something I can't take Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends She my fatty, I'm her dirty and she's my best friend Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Eww my favorite charge Eww I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine The same color as my hydro, I swear the only breezy I die for My mind sold In love with this cheddar Me and her go together Like birds of one feather She keep me riding on leather And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home She's my playboy bunny that's sweeter than honeycomb <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Baby Bash]</i> Love at first sight Sex on the first night My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight She's doing the thing right She's beeping compliancy If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy My fly serenity, my pockets is energy As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessy I'd love to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja Got them dime pieces making love to my poster (what is it?) I'm loving this part of the game And my money aint genocide I aint got to explain Swinging her from lane to lane We doing the damn thing My money, my motivation, my national campaign <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind <i>[Feminine Voice & Baby Bash]</i> My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything <i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind Money, Money, Money Money Money, Money, Money |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout (I'm jus sayin)
Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play (its goin down) (Chorus 2x) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, u already know) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, kno evrywhere we go) (verse 1) Now its about dat time, we rearrange ur mind We jammin jersey 4 shersey we blowin on dat pine Dey call me baby bash So wet wen i park i splash I only f**k wit da trill dat aint no sucka task Now lets accelerate n get 2 celebratin I'll throw my drink in ur face wit all dat playahation I'm not gon have it Super unleaded watch me pimp We got em thrown hard down at da rocky pimp I gotta supa bed We keep it on da cool Space city, h-town man wat it do? Lets get it gravitatin Get thrown out da club I'm throwed off like a muthaf**ka poppin bub (Chorus 2x) (verse 2) Now u jus tuned into da crunk show Nephews n my uncles We poppin purk put in work So wats up tho? We like it big n heavy Enormous an humongous An on my fingers an the glock it grew some green fungus I'm tryin na bump a beat Wit out even tryin I'm throwed off like a fastball from Nolan Ryan Sum like 2 get it hypie Sum like 2 get it crunk Sum like dat bold fast And sum like dat perky stuff (Chorus 2x) (verse 3 paul wall) I'm da Chick Magnet Imma da people's champ Im in da club throwed off 'cause i'm da peoples tramp I'm takin shots of Patron I wash it down wit a beer I spit da same mackin game to evry dime piece here I'm da topic of discussion to da gurls at da bar Dey wonder if i'm drinkin alcohol Or sippin on barre Dey fell in love wit my car Dey wanna marry my cash Dey wanna be down wit a playa 'cause i'm ridin wit bash I already I pull up on pirelli drippin candy paint n jelly I stop, at *chimmy chan's* an throw sumthing in my belly Its paul wall, a G in da mack Its goin down, 'cause i'm dope like dat I'm jus sayin tho (Chorus 2x) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Angel Dust, Pitbull)
(Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) (Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless Dirty dirt Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado Here we go Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it overseas to France and Germany On the radio Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be Shake ya thang, now (Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)) Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that (laughing) This muh'fucker got jokes On the way To the show With my folks Na-da-da-da-da From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray Tejas, where the trill players don't play To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight Here's a sneak peak For your ass when the time's right (Repeat Chorus & Hook) (Verse 2: Pitbull) Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang Where you from Cali, they do the damn thang I'm a take ya to Texas Where they slow it down, mayne Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?) They ain't ready for what's about to happen ?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan Dite, que venga I got the Latins on lock From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!) (Repeat Chorus & Hook) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
What is it
Move it up Drink it up Roll it up Shake it up (2x) (chorus:) Money,sex,acohal Shopping sprees at the mall Who wit' me Who who who wit' me Who who Mink coats, rabbit fers Anything that she perfers Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Candy thangs switching lanes Kron grills and wood brains Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Love peace chiken greace In the club or in the streets Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who You must be dumb or blind If you cant see my kind Sharp as a porkupine We off the party line Im so electrified Im so electrified Im so (4x) Im so electrified You know theres nutin to it Where the hekll you goin stupit We off them trees honey bee With that duel fluid Across the riva Above the clouds Its where you find me wit ma people What im talkin bout (chorus) Heavens the mother troad Clovers and blue dimounds I don't know what the hell im sayin but im still rhymein And im so ultrafly Ultramagneticfly This vodka wit this red bulls got me energized U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x) (chorus) Let me see you sweat Let me see you drip Yeah (4x) U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x) (chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Say I ain't got time
[Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash] My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees dawg And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin' gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin' Want it green as a gecko I'm respectful to some of ya'll But some of ya'll be frontin' I don't owe shit to none of ya'll I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits The game is gettin' graphic but man I got to have it Some love a drug addict But it ain't no excuse I got these money mackin' skills I'mma put 'em to use And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough And I refuse to let a so-called ruin my stuff [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash] I'm movin', and got nothin' to say cause 24 hours ain't enough time in a day So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist If a peck on the cheek mean death watch for the kiss Take time under pressure By any means or measure Remember one's trash is another man's treasure Buisness befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest I'm in the trenches face down in the game bruh And can't nobody know my real name bruh Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin' Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day In the truth, in the way The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) [Bash + (Akon)] One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (cause I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (Oh, I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together One day, I'mma get it together (Yeah, I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together (I'mma get it together) One day, I'mma get it together (cause I'mma get it together, gotta get it together, gotta get it together Been grindin' forever, it's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah, Get it together, get it together said I'll get it together) [Akon] Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by (cause I gotta' be on my way) On my way (Ain't got time to play) Time to play (I can't go broke another day) Broke another day (No way Jose) No way Jose (cause I ain't got no time) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey [Chorus:] (Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches Back givin' nig's the business Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot (Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne Laced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang Hood money, hood fast livin' The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin' One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang Ride on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang But I still run the land, with the gun in hand Cause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man Califoolya, better keep your Calico Cause round here niggaz don't scrap no more And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low and make it wobble to the floor I squeeze heat, fuck your day up like barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T Now who gon' bring the West back? I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 [W.C.:] I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed In the studio tryin' to balance the two One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans Hopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet Motherfucker I'm in the set So don't make me have to come to your video set With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky If you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga [Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Chorus x2)
Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Baby Bash) I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say Ronnie Ray you need to stop it Punk bootleggers man they f**kin' off my profit Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III Thinkin nasty she the whole extravaganza Gloss when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on muthaf**kas actin' up Give me fifty feet betta back tha f**k up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Rasheed) (Ugh) Downtown Super Bowl 38 (eight) In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight (weight) In case it get to state keep me in a G manner (manner) All my homies roll like Tony Montana (tana) Listen to the law, jappa jaw, on the scanner (scanner) Sippin' purple hawk started bangin' David Banner (Banner) Money in the Benz but I'm layin in the Lac (Lac) Stomach so swole throwin' up in the back (uuuggghhh) She was fine yes suh she was trill Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills (man chill) Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel (flannel) Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel (Channel) (Yeah) Roll with tha pimps oh nah I'm not a balla (balla) Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler (ahhh) Call her on the celly, work my jelly Meet the mami at the telly, roll a fatty Jump in tha ride and disappear like Makaveli What (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Lucky Luciano) (Uh) Man I step in tha club like it ain't no thang I'm valet parked been drankin' all day Paparatizi takin' pictures and tha haters lookin' mad but the boppers showin' love and I'm signin' autographs Bartender know me and he know I do tha fool E'ry body in my ear and I'm like who is you Give me fifty hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise (boy) I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed (blowed) Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt (yuh) What you got under that skirt girl what chu talkin' bout I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk But it's about to be two girl tell me if you're ready (yuh yuh) Let's sip champenge in my ja'causezi at the telly (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Grimm) (Uh huh) My cup got syrup in my soda I don't give a f**k don't tip my shit ova Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rova Paul got 'em all lookin' ova they shouldas (what) Chuggin' on dro got smoke in my windpipe Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life pimp life) Nigga what it is what it was what it been like (like) Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries (fries) Pants so skin tight man so freak like Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight (night) Now she wanna go home go to bed and sleep tight (tight) Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right (right) (Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) No shame No shame No shame |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free)
(Kat Williams) Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike Please do not get the game crossed up In order for you not to get tossed up Whether or not you are flossed up It is necessary in every pimp's life To get bossed (Suga Free - Verse 1) Hey, Suga Free Why Roxy jockin' Probably cause she don't want you to know she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin' Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick Bossed up like it was nothin' I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause I'm too fly (Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams) Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood Because that's what the pimpin's there for She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for (Verse 2) Can you believe this? First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about I would've told, "Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!" You know you love her up Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified Man, all that bullshit should cover up Holy Nickelodeon... You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian... But that's what they get for love and shit Sincerly yours, Suga Free And thank you for nothin' (Repeat Chorus Twice) (Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) Sippin' on that good bombay Rating these rat chicken traps all day Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle (Baby Bash - Verse 3) What's really, though I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?) But you don't hear me, though Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex We keep it A.O.B. All on, baby Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy You trick harder than the NBA And got mad when your weeds got send my way Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks (Repeat Chorus Twice) (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Vieja Go bring me some Church N' Chickens Jalepeno on the side (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) You look You don't know me Until you blow me Suck it! (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas For his dog to lick (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Hey, Bash Call Fred Wreck Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey (Verse 4) I once put a chick in a guillotine choke Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough And this ain't no studio shit How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch And I just call 'em how I see 'em From A.M. to the P.M. It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m I spit caps I spit caps And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq (Repeat Chorus Four Times) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Intro:]
Bubble pop Come on [Repeat 4x] [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Verse 1:] You keep it bubbalicious Girl and thas what's up Your handling yo business Girl and thas what's up I like it when ya shake it Girl and thas what's up You know that u can take it Girl and thas what's up Supa dupa fly Baby Girl, you so grown Bangin' cold flavor Thas some cold Rocky Road Mah friends lay low on da Next episode We havin' some of trouble When we bubble Girl, let da game flow [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Verse 2:] Now how da hell u get a playa So electrified Is that a dance you do Or an exercise Baby take me to a place Where my spirits run free Dance like we in France mama Ooh-Wee-Wee You the type of chick who loves Skirts and High Heels I'm the type of cat who like throwin' dolla bills Ain't no trouble when we bubble Fly like a breeze You can beat the Genesee I'ma be ya lemon squeeze [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Breakdown:] Bubbalicious Oh yes So fly [Repeat 3x] [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy [Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend? [Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Russell Lee)
Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa (Richie Rich) Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It's simple and plain The Chevy wit the blew out brains As I bounce and mash Count this cash Floss and flash Cop and blow a zip wit Bash Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's? I'm a cross the finish line Tell me where's the flags? Brought my rag top Should have brought the Jag On the beach me and Beesh Look at all this ass I could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater And he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads So I choose to floss Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what? (Chorus): Russell Lee I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) (Baby Bash) I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne What the deal? I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize Now that's low Fa sho', conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me The original digital scale reader The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin' I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin' (Chorus) (A-Wax) I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from I understand it This been goin' on forever dog It's no end Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah Money was a necessity My greed got the best of me You think you smokin' Uncle B Who got the recipe? I'm sayin' it's nothin' I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly I'd rather you respect me than fear me I came a long way and still I got a while to go You probably thinkin' to yourself "What's he smilin' for?" My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it We takin' this money Big bundles of bills I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
feat. Jay Tee, Mac Dre
[Miami] Yeah You done brought your bathwater, this body parts Your ugly bitch But you ain't brought no Hennessy man And we did bring the Hennessy It was the one with pork in it We don't drink pork Bitch Privilege in A pork [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Miami] But did you bring that Hennessy [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Both] But did you bring that Hennessy [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I left mamacita in the taqueria Half Selena Half Aaliyah Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing Got on the thang like eat the vi cream Started spittin' game, mayne, I got words Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves I say somethin' (???) never heard Like, "I'm, fly as a wings on the Humming bird" What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite I don't got all night Get ya thing together Tell your guide, bye Get some brain together I mean, it's whatever I don't see no limits To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee And oh yeah Baby, bring that Hennessy Chorus: Mac Dre I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes And backwood blitz For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) Three kegs, freaks that give head Treats and beach beads Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy) Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand Comin' straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam And I don't give a fuck, somebody split the blunts My currency like some surgery, it's Nip and Tuck Mr. Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew And you can even ask my agent He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie Ray's impatient And he's so flagrant Ready for liftoff Yeah You know they love it when he's dustin' his kicks off" (Mayne) I'm higher than a fire escape I got the munchies With seventeen topless models from different countries And don't let me start to vaporizin' Endorse me a chick on the horizon She swear she love the way I'm grindin' That privilege heat is tandalizin' Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Now when I walked up to I jumped in my county And told my mayne Hutch "Oh yeah, that hoe" I stepped on the gas Let off the break I'm in the V-Town, playboy, there's money to make I hit the liquor store To cop a fifth I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I'm Andre Hitch There ain't nothin' but real bad broads all over Tryin' to get me to come and park the Rover Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider Black kangol, grey alligator It's nothin' like A million beaters I asked baby, "Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters" Cause if she wanna Hit the corner We can take over California Don't trip I'm born to mack Half tank of grey, half cognac Repeat Chorus Twice [Miami] Man I done rather you bring the Hen Than your funky ass Your ugly bitch Your bad karma Or your broke ass mama And we gon' bring the Hennessy And not the one with pork in it And this is McGhetto Lagantey And I'm out Yahtzi |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee)
(Mr. Kee:) Yeah Hustler's theme Worldwide Come on (Hook: Mr. Kee) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustler's theme) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard rap) Pobre, I ain't retarded, you know we off that (Off that) From the west, my brother, to the east Back down To the diggy dirty for sherzy (What the feezy?) (Pre-Verse) (Verse 1: Baby Bash) Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock When it's just a limb, from this money right in my pocket Pimp I know you smell it cause it's gettin' you naucious Cause the shit I'm layin' on this track is Brown as the Foxy's I'm the done dealer Don Dadda, fresh out of Guatemala Some say, "Bash, you the shit" In Spanish, I'm the dada It's the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me Girls wanna caress me, like I'm Elvis Presley (Chorus: Russell Lee) It don't stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin' my winnings without punching no glocks The game's gettin' hard, so I gotta get smarter Watching out for cops, cause my homies got knocked Drought seas in our cheer, but my pocket's ain't starvin' That's why I stay chargin' You know we won't stop (Verse 2: Don Cisco) This is for my heavyweighters Pullin' strings like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa' sho Make a household Name out of Don Cisco Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, I'm fresh off the drug drought FED's couldn't stop me, head shots didn't pop me Wouldn't lock, never got me, I'm the same player, still cocky Bossed out Hoppin' out of the drought Lookin' flossed out, everything chopped, even the crop Believe I'm the don, listen, everything I'm breathing on Represent west side til the rider in me's dead and gone Me and Bash do things Butch Cassidy, sing Let 'em know it's all know, the cash prestine Come on (Bridge: Butch Cassidy) Ain't nobody gonna stop me now I'm gonna do everything I can And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow You gonna hear me from coast to coast But Somebody's gonna make me mad And I'm a take everything they have So put it all in the past And do it so quick, so fast (Hook) (Verse 3: Nino Brown) Homeboy I got the grid locked That good yatch, gone breezes And they serve rock Some motherfuckers can't caught blocks Trey hop Roley bezel for you got swapped You like spider monkey, Nino Brown's sasquatch Them little haters, they be tickling me Brush 'em off, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie Once again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin' through the avenues Dogder blue, homie The city that I represent Los Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep 'em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up Back the fuck up, move, biotch Get out the way You know the set, holmes And my A. stompin' Walkin' in my big brown boots Flossin' Stankin' eagle, that's my roots Motherfucker (Chorus) (Verse 4: Mr. Kee) Now put your money where your mouth is, anybody who doubt this Wherever you see the westside, that's probably where the south is United like a gang truce, khakis pants and house shoes But out in the Yay, it's throwbacks, beanies and bulletproof Spinners in their mouthpiece, heat up, and the old school Funk jump, no questions asked, ride like we supposed to Up in my city, see the bridge and the fall Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first This ain't no overnight choice, I'm been a hustler since birth They call me Mr. Kee, the Latin boss Latin king, Latin don Spittin' like the Latin play, tryin' to put his Latins on And they say money is the root of all evil But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words The hustler's theme (Chorus) |
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from Baby Bash - Super Saucy [Explicit Version] (2005)
Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. frankie j.... obession)
Its early in the morning And my heart is really lonely Just thinkin 'bout you baby Gots me twisted in the head And I dont know how to take it But its driving me so crazy I dont know if its right Im tossin turning in my bed Its 5 oclock in the morning And I still cant sleep Thinkin 'bout your beauty it makes me weep i'm feeling hopeless at home I dont know what to do i think i'm in love Baby........... [Chorus] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) than what am i feeling what am i doing wrong Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Its just an illusion that I have in my heart Now I know you're not my lady but i'm tryin to make this right I dont know what to do Im going out of my mind So baby if u let me kick it witchu then well maybe we could ride together We could do this all nite now I dont care if you got a man Baby I wish you'd understand Cuz I know he cant love u right, quite like I can Its 5 oclock in the morning And i still cant sleep Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me weep i'm feeling hopeless at home I dont know what to do i think i'm in love [Chorus] Amor no es amor (if this aint love) then what am i feeling what am i doing wrong Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart I love the way you freak it like that I love the way you freak it like that I love the way you freak it like that Its an obsession [Baby Bash] Hold up let me dream Shorty got me feelin serene Where my candy, where my cream Got your boy feel less supreme Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent Loving everything your representing Got alot of money, I love to spend it And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream No im blessin when im stressin My superfly beauty queen Im gonna keep it saucy Cuz my ma know how I do, we go rendevous, MI CORAZON BELONGS TO YOU [Chorus] Amor ...no es amor (if this aint love) then what am i feeling (what am i doing wrong) what am I doing so wrong [echo] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart Amor ...no es amor (if this aint love) then what am i feeling (what am i doing wrong) what am I doing so wrong [echo] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart Amor |
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from Paula DeAnda - Paula Deanda (2006)
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Why you tryna diss me When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Tell me what's the issue Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much) This is turning into Something I ain't in to Baby am I doing too much (too much) See you got me all alone Waitin right here by the phone For you to call me, Just to here Your voice tone I keep on wondering if you was even Feeling me, I keep on wondering if This was even meant to be Tell me imma waste of time, boy You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on Ya grind, cuz your always on my mind I keep on wondering if everything you said was true I keep on wondering if you were really coming through Now here I go again blowing you up, And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much Now here I go again blowing you up, And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much I'm leaving messages and voicemails Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Why you tryna diss me When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Tell me what's the issue Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much) This is turning into Something I ain't in to Baby am I doing too much (too much) I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile I ain't felt this in a while, But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy I'm leaving messages and voicemails Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Why you tryna diss me When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Tell me what's the issue Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much) This is turning into Something I ain't in to Baby am I doing too much (too much) [Baby Bash:] Just leave ya name and numba And I'm gon holla at cha Just leave ya name and numba And I'm gon holla at cha Just leave ya name and numba And I'm gon holla at cha Just leave ya name and numba And I'm gon holla at cha Ronnie Ray all day Women in the hall way, Ev day losing track of the people tryna call me Don't take this the wrong way, I been havin long days, doing it, moving Round the town wherever I'm getting my song played Now here I go again blowing you up, And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much Now here I go again blowing you up, And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much I'm leaving messages and voicemails Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Why you tryna diss me When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much) Tell me what's the issue Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much) This is turning into Something I ain't in to Baby am I doing too much (too much) Doing Too Much |
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from Frankie J - The One (2005)
(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. frankie j.... obsession)
its early in the morning And my heart is feeling lonely Just thinkin bout you baby Got me twisted a little bit And I dont know how to take it But its driving me so crazy I dont know if its right I'm tossin turning in my bed Its 5 o clock in the morning And I still cant sleep Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me weak... I'm feeling hopeless in my home I dont know what to do I think I'm in love Baby... [Chorus] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong) Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart? Now I know you're not my lady I'm just tryin to make this right I dont know what to do I'm going out of my mind So baby if u let me could I getchu to say maybe we could ride together We could do this all nite now I dont care if u got a man Baby I wish ud understand Cuz I kno he cant love u right, quite like I can Its 5 o clock in the morning And I still cant sleep Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me weak... I'm feeling hopeless at home I dont kno what to do I think I'm in love [Chorus] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong) Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart? (ooh)I love the way u freaky like that (ooh)I love the way u freaky like that (ooh)I love the way u freaky like that Its an obsession [Baby Bash] Hold up let me dream Shorty got me feelin serene Where my candy, where my cream Got your boy feelin supreme Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent Loving everything your representing Got alot of money, I love to spend it And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream You're my blessin when I'm stressin My superfly beauty queen I'm gonna keep it saucy Cuz mama know how I do, we gon' rendez-vous, mi corazon belongs to you [Chorus] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong) what am I doing wrong [echo] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart? Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) What am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong?) what am I doing so wrong? [echo] Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) Is this an illusion that I have in my heart? Amor |
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from Frankie J - The One (2005)
So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s off to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick There ain't nothing you can say to a playa Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin the wrong tone Im diggin the energy and im lovin the o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood then im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-cool mama with blades on her berata Rockin' Dolce Gabbana (italian) with highdrows and a Cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [BRIGE] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star So high like I’m a star So high like I'm a star So high like I'm a star Azucar |
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