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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

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@ Baby Bash

Текст песни:

Sexy Eyes, theyre so lovely,

Sexy Eyes Make me wanna love ya

Sexy Eyes,

Girl youre lookin way cool tonight Oohh

Da da da da da,

Ya know I got the cognac,

Da da da da da,

And the phat bomb sack

Da da da da da,

Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized,

Lady come and take a ride with me

Shorty do you know the time

All I wanna do is vibe

Put you on the suga rise

Smilin wit your pearly whites

Sexy eyes

Sexy waist

Sexy each and every day

When I put this thang up on ya

Sexy mama wanna merry maid

But hold up now, we just met

Let me see how long you keep it wet

Hold it steady, already,

Baby girl we done did dat

Its like a stair way to paradise

When I look into your eyes,

Mama very nice

And we can do all type of thangs

Rollin in them whips and I like to swang

You know its ??

Your sexy eyes are so spiritual

[Chorus x1]

The steelo so kamikaze

Shrinin like Liberachy

Spendin like Burberry

Me ESeemiagy

Its goin down like gravity

Yo baby daddy mad at me

And I throw these things so handley

Cop me an assault and battery

She still wanna love me like a playboy bunny

Lookin like warm hunny

So classy and stunny

Faithfully, she waits for me

Like the real ones really do

So gracefully shes made for me

And you know thats on the cool

Girl get your shine on like candle in the wind

Gotta keep my mind strong

When Im hammer in the fin

And one look is all it took

Incredible thighs

And one look is all it took

Incredible eyes

[Chorus x1]

[x2]

Time dont wait for love

And life dont wait for a break in the weather

Its time for me and you to hook up

Lets get this thing together

[Chorus x2]

@ 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:

feat. Nate Dogg

Money Money Money

[Nate Dogg]
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

[Baby Bash]
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

[Nate Dogg]
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

[Baby Bash]
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

[Nate Dogg]
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

[Feminine Voice & Baby Bash]
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

[Nate Dogg]
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

@ 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. A-Wax, Jay Tee
(Baby Bash)
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?

[Chorus: A-Wax]
This ain′t nothin′ new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill
Try to stop
Did dirt wit it now I gotta buy the chop

[Baby Bash]
I′m in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds
No DL′s and innocent amount of rounds
Wit my mind on my mansion
I′m smashin′ up out the town
You thought I was a hog but wait ′til I clown now
Basharini believe me
Still servin′ three for the 50
And I wish a motherfucker would try and get wit me
Cuz I′m nifty wit the milli when the torch is on
And play every play like it′s fourth and long
Now when the horse is gone I be the shit out the pig
It don′t take much to split a fool′s wig
See I′m only one shot from makin′ the headlines
So quick niggaz got quarters and deadline′s
Shakin′ the fed time
They checkin′ my bar codes
ATF, INS, and the US Marshals
And this ain′t nathan new to me
Capitalize on opportunity
This ain′t nathan new to me
Capitalize on opportunity

[Chorus] - 2X

[A-Wax]
This old shit ain′t new to me
I′m rockin′ stolen jewelry
Try to chill so I leave the Bay
Did dirt wit it now I gotta keep the K
Bash a dude wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin′ nephew
We be checkin′ brains and cash
We count G′s on a omni floor
Put the bloody bills wit the Tommy in the drawer
Tell mommy wit the roll "Go on break a lil′ corner off"
I don′t like that bammer
I don′t wanna cough
You got to watch every step
P-walk and pull out a tec
I thought you new I′m a vet
Let loose through my set
A-W-A-X the latex glove on my left hand can only mean death man

[Chorus] - 2X

[Jay Tee]
Now it′s that pimpin′ ass gringo
Bitch is you single?
I spit heat, hit the street, stack my Domingo
Bay Area lingo is what a playa blessed wit
Ten shots wit they own spots is all I ever mess wit
So if you′re broke
I ain′t even heard a ya
Come around me again and I′m a murder ya
I need some loot
So watch how I attack yo town
A bitch who wanna hold me, I′ll track her down
Get up in the brain, take over the soul
Four G′s a night, I′m ready to roll
A big long lac, hella beat in the trunk
Baby kick back, it′s hella heat for the funk
I dare a motherfucker to step to the Lo
One too many drinks, now he′s dead in the Rove
So call that cat′s kids tell him "Get this"
It′s Jay Tee, I′m a dog when I spit this

@ 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:

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