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Текст песни:

feat. Low G
[Low G]
Ghetto Soldier, I′m representin′ from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in 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
Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin′ start
I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood 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 jades, your jackets, 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 stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin′ car
Ghetto clothes, 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 maggots gon′ be a maggot, faggot′s gon′ be a faggot
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 wounded and all the graphic
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 cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, 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 fuckin punk, 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′

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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 fuck 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 muthafucka 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 cuz 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
Cuz 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, cuz i′m dope like dat
I′m jus sayin tho

[Chorus 2x]

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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 gurl give it to me man wut a

quickie stab it wit a stifie bust a bigga nut to be

da pan and Jiffy Give me a lil licky huggy kissie

kissie And off last night I′m still a little wiggy

Forgive my gurl 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

sizzem ? and 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 frilo 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 playin thou Wuts da deal

wut em otha boys playin fo Holla Holla all my

itchy 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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

(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]

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

[Chorus: Russell Lee]

She′s in love with a hustla

She don′t be messing with them suckas

Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on

And I know that she be feeling me

[Baby Bash]

She in love with a hustla, someone she could trust uh

Someone she could get down with, cause she don′t mess with suckas

Sleep all day, and grind all night

Living in the fast lane, the game′s nothing polite

So I′m laced up tight, cause I ain′t into lagging

She love to watch me in the mirror when I′m doing my stabbing

And she ain′t into punks, giving em bruises and bumps

And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts

That′s real talk, coming from a real hog on the block

She love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks

And even though sometime, it might seem strange

She wouldn′t trade it in, with none of she thangs

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]

Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice

But she′d rather stick with me, instead of rolling the dice

Cause she know I′m official, so why take a chance

And end up with a over jealous sucka romance

Love to see me get the lapdance every now and then huh

Never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh

Now that′s living like, who′s the boss

Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce

Even though she approached by them big time ballas

She ain′t having that cause ain′t another like papa

And her parents just don′t understandWhat kind of man she in love with,

But she don′t give a damn

[Chorus]

One day we gone get it together

One day we gone keep it together - [4x]

[Chorus - 2x]

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

So tight...
So fly...
ya got me lifted...
ya got me lifted...

got me lifted shifted higher than the cieling, ohh we its the ultimate feeling, got me lifted
feeling so gifted suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly


you know leather when we ride
wood grain and raw hide
doin what we do watchin twins get high
girl you keep it so fly
witcha sweet hunnybuns
you was there when the moneys was gone
you′ll be there when the money comes
off the top I caint lie
i love to get blowed
you my lil suga i′m ya lil′ chulo
and every time we kick it
its off to the groovy
treat ya like my sticky icky
or my sweet ooie gooey
(for real though)

got me lifted shifted higher than the cieling, ohh we its the ultimate feeling, got me lifted
feeling so gifted suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly

(Verse 2)
I aint worried bout a thing
cuz i just hit me a lick
i got a fat sack and a super fly chick
and (uh uh) there aint naithin you could say to a playa′
cause doo wop, she fly like the planes in the air
thats right
shes 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 wit some fly conversation
In a natural mood
cuz I′mm a natural dude
and we some natural fools
blowin out by the pool
she like my sexy cool mamma
with blades on her bareta
rockin′ Dolce Gabbana
with hydros
in a gupana

got me lifted shifted higher than the cieling, ohh weee its the ultimate feeling, got me lifted
feeling so gifted suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly

you know leather when we ride
wood grain and raw hide
doin what we do watchin twins get high
girl you keep it so fly
witcha sweet hunnybuns
you was there when the moneys was gone
you′ll be there when the money comes
off the top I caint lie
i love to get blowed
you my lil suga i′m ya lil′ chulo
and every time we kick it
its off to the groovy
treat ya like my sticky icky
or my sweet ooie gooey
(for real though)

for real yall

got me lifted shifted higher than the cieling, ohh we its the ultimate feeling, got me lifted
feeling so gifted suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly
suga suga how ya get so fly

so high
like im a star
so high
like im a star
so high like im a star
feelin so high like im a star

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. Jay Tee, Merciless

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
Shoot me some work (Some work)
And I′m a shoot you some getback
So you can say
"Baby Bash, yeah, he did that"
That′s on my buds
I always paid all my fronts
And hell nah
I don′t fuck with no scary punks
Cause loose lips ain′t chips in the barrio
Sometime, the grind
Seem like a party though
On the turf
On the block
In the cut, though
Block monsters
Don′t give a fuck, bro
And I don′t even know
Who be workin′ for the piggies
See, right now a day
Everybody turn snitchy
And they don′t give a damn ′bout the reprocussions
Lost six homies
And about twelve cousins
Some from L.A.
And some from Bakersfield
Some from the Bay
And some from Mackaville
Damn skippy on the jiffy
Take it from a prophet
Stay on your toes when you in the black market

Chorus:
[All] VAMONOS!
[Baby Bash] When the cops hit your block, boy
[All] VAMONOS!
[Baby Bash] When the heat, touch your street, boy
[All] VAMONOS!
[Baby Bash] Hit the task, on your ass, boy
[All] VAMONOS!
[Baby Bash] And we run so fast

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2: Merciless]
We vida locas where my homies be screamin′, I see demons on
Concrete (???), servin′ clucks, cause they fiendin′
I never leaving the pad without
Packing mi cuete
Willin′ to die for my block
Let them cowards come get me
Plus real pandieros
From all sides love it
Livin′ this Merciless world
So I put it on my stomach
Pour out liquor for my homies who dead, but not forgotten
California got
Palms trees and beaches, but it′s still rotten
Police corrupt, so who should I trust?
Just me and some real motherfuckers who down to bust
Gangstas
Hustlers
Thugs and dealers
In the projects, gotta stay grimey and pack heaters
Shoot the motherfucker cause the FED′s on the roof
The type of shit
I been singin′ since 1992
So vamonos, and blast him in the face
So vamonos, we already catchin′ a case

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Jay Tee]
I sell nickels, dime, gwhomps, shades, halves and shoulders
Til me and all my partners, sell nothin′ but boulders
Every two days, I must recop
And bubble on the grind
Until I pop
I get the dope fiend money
To pump my gas
It′s five dollar bills when I wipe my ass
I just hit a lick
For real big fedi
I need to get up out the game
But still, I ain′t ready
I be hating how I′m livin′
I′m knowing it′s wrong
I know I need to listen to the name of the song
But straightin′ up
Just wouldn′t be me
I might not be in the pen
But I wouldn′t be free
All I do is spit nothin′ but reality
Jay Tee got that hustler mentality
I′m in the streets, if you need it, mayne, just hit me
Watch what I do, when the police try to get me

Repeat Chorus Twice

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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*}]

[Baby Bash]
(Verse 1)
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

Repeat 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

Repeat 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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

[Chorus:]
Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can′t lie
I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied
I put my weed hand n da sky
I put my weed hand n da sky
I respect it for da luv of life
A whole piece i aint never lied
I put my weed hand in da sky
I put my weed hand in da sky

[V1:]
The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix.It′s baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix.deep
down in texas,dope house is so relentless.the fluff is endless.smokin wit my lawer and my
dentist.Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks.Smokin on greener reef.singing boby
to dem older cats.(bobby brown)Dem dolger sax,wit a coffee grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a
lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn′t curch me.Cocked mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my
spirit lifted though.My spiritual,lyrical,it′s hydromyrical.I′m comin visious though,wit a
fully loaded off dat durby. feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby.and don′t
desturb me when i′m floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo′ sho′ i keep my pipe in my weed
hand.My weed hand is something i don′t disrestpect.Your weed hand throw it up and represent
your weed.

[Chorus:]

[V2:]
I′ma gonna admit it and you know i′m wid it.begin his life,got his only one and split it.Lit
it up wit my nephew.and now i′m floatin.My crown is broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen
styraphone cups.choken now i′m low.If you ridden on us dats cool but pass da joint.diamonds
flyin and you just had to go.cuz u dun cast da vote.and i didn′t even get a hit.no not even a
little bit.so now help me get rid of dis.baby girl don′t disrespecr the luv.and i can′t see
dat.ask where we get the best of bud.put up ur weed hand.

[Chorus:]

[V3:]
Man i been down dis way before.i hit da bong back up and blow.I′m too damn high don′t pass me
no mo′.I blaze drown,sip on a four.stayin high i′m on a note.u can smell da bong all on my
clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b closed.I′m choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed
hand in the sky.I′m stayin blowed on octamodes and i′m leanin half da time.I′m stayin high and
i hustle fool.don′t be at home up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash.
hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a young P.I.M.P.Just cuz i′m young don′t
mean i′m dumb.Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener reef.and pour sum of dat purple
stuff.down here we smokin bud.ya i no u herd of us.

[Chorus:]

ending outro:My weed hand,put ur weed hand in da sku,my weed hand,east west,my weed
hand,north south,something we can all relate to,my weed hand.

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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

Repeat 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

Repeat 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′

Repeat 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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. Marcos Hernandez

Yea Yea mamacita chicanita in a fly way...
Ronnie Ray...what is it

[Hook]
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

[Baby 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 I′m your rock and your stone (it feels right)
me and you sharing a star (its real tight)
and nothing′s gonna tear us apart (so true)
I′m feelin like I′m heavenly blessed (what it dooo)
me and you to put the love to the test
its so crazy when someone understands your mood
with an open invitation that I can′t refuse
girl you never have to worry when my hands with you
cherry pie its so bomb and I can′t defuse

[Hook]
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)

[Baby Bash]
I can be your other half baby I′m yo soul mate
I can keep you cozy cause 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
cause I know just what you need
you need some high definition in yo l-i-f-e
I know what′s on yo mind and
I′ll be patient I′ll be waiting for a very long time

[Hook]
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

[Baby Bash]
Lets keep it trill baby boo lets keep it honest
A chief like myself need a lil Pocahontas
to keep it A-1 mamacita that′s a promise
everyday my gurl Imma treat you like a goddess
cause everybody know every king need a queen
with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem
cause everybody know every king need a queen
with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem

[Hook]
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

[Baby Bash]
What is it wha wha what is it
What is it wha wha what is it

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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]

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. 3rd Wish (or vice versa)
[Baby Bash]
3rd Wish
Baby Bash
Te quiero mucho
Ha ha

[3rd Wish]
(Verse 1)
Son las cinco en la manana
Y no dormido nada
Just thinkin′ ′bout your beauty
Got me crazy in the head
El insomnio es mi castigo
Tu amor sera mi alivio
Until you′re in my arms, girl
I can have no peace in bed

Hook: 3rd Wish
Well it′s five o′clock in the morning
I can′t get no sleep
When I think about your beauty, it makes me weak
I lay restless at home
Without you there
Until you are mine, I find no relief

Chorus: 3rd Wish
Amor
Si es amor
Your love′s got me feelin′
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
And not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can′t control

(Verse 2)
I know you′re not my lady
But I′m full of hopes and maybe′s
Til until your love can save me
Solo puedo hablar de ti
Saw you with your amigo
Girl he don′t look so rico
No sabe complacerte
Como lo haria yo

Repeat Hook

Repeat Chorus

[Rap Verse: Baby Bash (3rd Wish in background)]
Well, it fits so right, and I don′t care what people say
After I grab the lotion, grab the blanket, take a trip to Monteray
We can
Do it on the beach, cause you know
How we gon′ do
We gon′
Act a fool, even when we rendez-vous
Put on
Your favorite dress, let′s impress the town a lotta
Grab the Gucci bag
Oops, my mistake, you stunt that Prada, yada
Yadada I′m saying
Yadada I mean, yadada I holla
And I′m so proud to say, "One day I′ll be your baby′s father" (You fine)

Hook: 3rd Wish
Es amor
Es amor
Es una obsesion (Es una obsesion)
Es amor
Es amor
Es una obsesion

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Baby Bash] Mi amor
[3rd Wish] Amor

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. Frankie J., Powda
[Frankie J.]
Yay, yay
Alright

Pre-Verse: Powda (Frankie J. in background)
I was thinking on a weekend, we could get a little freaky
I could call some of my girlfriends (Menage a trois)
I was thinking on a weekend, we could get a little freaky
I could call some of my girlfriends (Menage a trois)

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
Show me what that body do like
Wanna do, everything that you like
Your girl
Lookin′ way cool
How ′bout we hook up tonight
Jacuzzi, suite hotel
Dirty movies, oh, that′s swell
I′m such a freak
Oooh-la-la
Groove me with that tail
Down and dirty, rough and rugged
Dog, nasty, but you love it
She gon′ kiss it, you gon′ rub it
Livin′ out my fantasy
Baby, come and dance for me
You got that candy cream
Let me see you pull your panty string
Let your thong slide to the side, chica, open wide
And let us do the thang, thang, baby girl
You know that′s right
It′s kind of vicious, though
It′s kind of pimp-ish, though
This caramel coated candy cane, it′s so delicious, though

Chorus: Frankie J.
Show me what your body do
You can bring your girlfriend, too
We can have a rendez vous (Menage a trois)
We can have a drink or two
You can bring yo girlfriend, too
We can keep it On Tha Cool (Menage a trois)

[Verse 2: Powda]
I′m a show you what my body do
Put it on her, then put it on you
Little freaky rendez vous
Yeah, we keep it On Tha 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 that sheets
And a perfect fantasy
But you need a man with stamina
Who can take two women and handle her
Like a playa done took viagra
Workin′ it until he see the sign
Powda, yeah, that nasty girl
Testin′ me, I′m a rock your world
Got skills like a pro, and plus
You know I got that bomb pearl
So, boo, I′m a roll with you
Yeah, me and my homegirl, too
We gon′ take it to the room
So baby, what it do

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Baby Bash]
Let me see you break your back
Baby girl, take all of that
Let me see you break your back
Uh oh, I think she swallowed that
I got the mirror on the top of my bed
And got that magmun P.I. for the top of my head (Never slip, no)

Hook 1: Baby Bash
Let′s keep it all to the gravy
Me and you lovely ladies
Sippin′ hypnotic
Get exotic, mayne, it feel so crazy

Repeat Hook 1

Hook 2: Frankie J.
You know I like to watch
You know I like to see it
I′m kinda freaky, mama
Oh, baby, please believe it
You know I like to watch (You know I like to watch)
You know I like to see it
I′m kinda freaky, mama (You like I like to see it)
Oh, baby, please believe it

Repeat Chorus Four Times

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

[Baby Bash in background]
[Sean Kingston] Bash
[Baby Bash] Tell me, what it do
Tell me, what it do
[Sean Kingston] Kingston (What is it)
[Baby Bash] What
What
What is it
[Sean Kingston] Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

[Chorus:]
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Let me see you go mama, go mama
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
[Baby Bash] What is it, what, what
What is it, what is it

[Repeat Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
[Verse 1]
I′m a holler back, then I pop my collar back
Girl, I see that
Da-da-da, dunk
I want all of that, follow that
Train man, follow that caboosey
Ain′t nathin′ in the world
Like some thick, and some juicy
She going downtown, cause her favorite DJ′s spinnin′
I′m all up in the door, so I′m already winnin′
I got a lot of women, but I′m way too choosey
And then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy
On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy
It must be raining dollars, cause she lookin′ so gravy
Sophisticasted lady, pop it to the end, what it do
What the busi′, baby girl, tell me what′s happenin′, what′s happenin′

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
She move like she dancing on YouTube
The kind of chica that you really ain′t used to
Dame lo, dame lo, mami, shoot through
In my ear, talkin′ ′bout, I′m a do you

[Verse 2]
Everyone top-notch it
Everybody watch it
Ain′t no punk, when she pop, lock and drop it
Straight show stop it
Watching me perform
Got the Cyclone ringtone on the phone
I feel it on my body, baby, girl, I′m in the zone
Must be the goose mixed with a little ′Tron
She make it happen, Cap′n, feeling on me
We in the billin′ and we feeling like wee

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Hook: Sean Kingston]
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
Listen to the sound, everybody go (Go)

[Repeat Hook]

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

@ Baby Bash