Baby Bash

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]

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

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

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

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

[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

(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

(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)

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

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)

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]

(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!

(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

(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

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

[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)

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

(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

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

[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]

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]

(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

(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

[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

[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

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

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

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

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

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)

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)

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

(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)

(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)

(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

(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

(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)

(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)

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

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

(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)

(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)

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)

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)

(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)

(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)

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)

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)

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

(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.

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)

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

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)

[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

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)

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...