Текст песни:

feat. Akon

[Chorus: Akon]
Don′t look no farther!
Baby, I′m back (yeah)
Im here to cater to you (any thing that you want me do ill do it)
Cause I′ll 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 I′m back in a flash
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 back in your vibe
Now I can′t be denied I can′t lie I′m on ya
And never ever wanna say sayonara
Some body told me that the grass was greener
On the other side andale arriba
Never really intended on being a cheater
What I gotta do to be your keeper
These words comin out the speaker
Trill love is off the meter

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
I was gone for a minute but now I′m home
Please forgive me for being a rolling stone
Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome
Get off the phone tell them squares to leave you alone
Let me spark your interest, now there′s no more dating on the internet
Cause you already know how I get it wet
How I keep 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 3X]
Now I′m back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat 4X]

[Chorus 2X]

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. A-Wax, Richie Rich, Russell Lee
[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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. Natalie

[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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

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
Tryna 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]
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

(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 monsoon
(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]
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

Shawty got looks (and)
Shawty got class
Shawty got hips (and)
Shawty got ass
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]
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

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

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

feat. Russell Lee

[Russell Lee]
Oh, yeah
Baby, I don′t get down like that

Chorus: Russell Lee
Lady, you′se a dime piece
And you lookin′ so sweet
But baby, I don′t work it like that
I know you got them other fools
Who be paying for your jewels
But baby, I don′t work it like that
Lady, you′se a dime piece
And you lookin′ so sweet
But baby, I don′t work it like that
I know you got them superstars
Who be paying for your cars
But baby, I don′t work it like that

[Baby Bash]
(Verse 1)
Now you ain′t lyin′, you ain′t lyin′
No reezy, oh yeah, you fine
And you got that supa dupa with the
Big ol′ behind
You′se a dime, you′se a ten and a half, you so throwed
But you better check credentials, baby girl, I′m so cold
On top
The girl got degrees in computers
Off top
But she still golddiggin′, workin′ at Hooters
I ain′t no peanut
So you can′t put no salt in my game
You know how the chico do, I ain′t gots to explain
Baby boo, On Tha Cool, you diggin′ on me, I′m diggin′ on you
We can have, our rendez-vous, and marinate, in a hotel room
Dinner and a movie, it′s all groovy, I ain′t trippin′
But you better stick with them bald players, ′bout
All them trickin′, though

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 2)
Really, really though
Baby, you watchin′ too many videos
Hangin′ with them silly hoes
Got you where your fenced to go
Out the door, so fast, so quick
Even though you so yummy, you, uh
You so thick
Uh uh
I got
Rules and regulations
And guidelines
I′m in the game, you must wanna suck up from the sidelines
I ride for muscle, where I am ′bout to have
Near hundred
Actin′ funny, tryin′ push up on a hustle money
Even though I want ya
I really doesn′t need ya
I guess you got to play the field to appreciate the way I please ya
And don′t confuse me for a ca-ah-Captain Save A.
Yeah, you a dime, but baby, I′m ′bout that paper

Repeat Chorus

[Russell Lee (Baby Bash in background)]
We don′t get down like that (Let ′em know)
We don′t get down like that (Uh, let ′em know, let ′em know)
We don′t get down like that (Let ′em know, let ′em know)
We don′t get down like that (Ha ha)

[Rasheed {Russell Lee in background}]
Ugh
Aw nah
You golddiggin′ breezes, what′s wrong with y′all (Wrong with y′all)
Ugh
Aw nah
You golddiggin′ breezes, what′s wrong with y′all {Lady}

Repeat Chorus

[Baby Bash] Hey yo, Hap′, Hap′
Bring that rhythm back
[Russell Lee] Oooh la la la
Baby, I′m so high (La, la)
Oooh la la la
Baby, I′m so high (Ooh)
Oooh la la la (La la)
Baby, I′m so high
Oooh la, la, la (La la)
Baby, I′m so high
[Baby Bash] Ah

@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

[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

@ Baby Bash

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:

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:

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