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"Cyclone" (2007)

Numero Uno Lyrics – Baby Bash

[Kookie]
"I'm the one"
"I'm the one"
"I'm the one"
"Oh, no, no"
"I'm the one"
"I'm the one"
"I'm the one"
"Oh, no, no, baby"

[Verse 1 - Baby Bash]
It's the numero
Uno, number one chulo
Ridin' on the slab, with a top notch cool, oh
Everybody you know, say they do it big
Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is
I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it
They might got muscle, but they got no logic
And I got a big heart, by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin' (Ugh!)
Now stir that up and add it up
From Mexico to Canada
Professional, no amateur
And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up
Then beat it up
Then spank it up
Til the (motherfuckin') DJ crank it up
I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line
Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time

[Break: Kookie (Baby Bash slowed down)]
"I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
"I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
"I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...)
"Oh, no, no"
"I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
"I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
"I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...)
"Oh, no, no, baby"

[Verse 2]
Now you can go
Black, or you can go white
You can go red or brown, but it still ain't right
If the sauce ain't tight, and the swag ain't cripsy
With that bullshit, you can't miss me
Crissy Lizzy's, don't get nathin'
They about drama, I'm about bakin'
Never would I fake, cause I just don't purr
Ten thousand sqaure feet, and you ain't even gotta work (Ugh!)
Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one
Space fly like a punk rock Jetson
Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one
The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one"

[Hook: Baby Bash]
Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don't miss the jet
Uh
Extra menace, no disrespect
Uh
Hop on, don't miss the jet
Yee!

[Repeat Break]

[Verse 3]
I tips and dips in Cadillacs (Cadillacs)
And I don't even trip off battle raps (Battle raps
Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks (Asthma attacks)
Find this thick little mami, and I handle that (Ugh!)
By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens (Yeah)
Sqaures don't know, that's what dollar means (Uh uh)
Straight up out that Valley Jo/Vallejo
H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro
Yee!

Cyclone Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. T-Pain)

(Oh oh oh its fud a dud a nine)

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to 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 want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

I look at that double on the back a that bumper
She ain't even playing when shes shaking that rumpa
And oh you ain't know
She gets lower than a muffla
Even wit her girl friends
Show stopping with a hustler
The way she move her body
She might see the Maserati
She wanna put it on me
Trying to show me her tsunami
She make it hard to copy
Always tight and never sloppy
And got an onturage
And her own paparazzi
Now there she go again
Riding through the stormy weather
You better button up if you wanna go getta
'Cause it is what it is
And everybody 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 want to 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 want to 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 breaks them boys of a typhoon
(It's a wrap)
Better get that fatty 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
She what I'm saying
She ain't playing
And she got them heads turning
You gonna her it clack-clack
When them heals get to burning
(clack-clack)
Stiletto so fuego
She got her own label
And got us all doing the tornado

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to 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 want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Shortie got looks
And shortie got class
Shortie got hips
And shortie got ass
Plus she hit the stage
She drop it down low like
(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)
Ah this is crazy
Its amazing
She must be the way to the ladies
She be looking like
(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to 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 want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)
Oh

Supa Chic Lyrics – Baby Bash

I'll be your supa chic
I'll be your supa chic

Woo

One of them one's
J to the R
J to the R

Super duper, super bad, super fly
Super duper, super bad, super fly

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be as quick as can be

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain't know who they foolin' with

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain't know who they foolin' with

Hold up, let's get it right
I ain't got no kryptonite
But I bet I spent a grip tonight
Let's dip and hit the strip to night
We only live once and we ain't pushin the daisies
__, put your cape on and save me
She said, "Shorty, where your body hurt?"
Fresh off Bath and Body Works
She smell so good and edible
Her super love is incredible
Them super villains gon' hate it
'Cause they love is overrated
Misery loves company
So I guess we keep them motivated

Look up in the sky
It's a bird, it's a plane
Your love is super strong that will never ever change

Now uh, oh, oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh
Ne-eh-eh-ever

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be as quick as can be

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain't know who they foolin' with

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain't know who they foolin' with

Now swanging, banging in the diamond lane
Keep paid off this rhyming thang
Candy-coated __
I keep my honeys shining, man
I'm looking for my supa chic
Driving around in my supa whip
Super tight and super thick
Hold me tight with that supa grip

Look up in the sky
It's a bird, it's a plane
Your love is super strong that will never ever change

Now uh, oh, oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh
Ne-eh-eh-ever

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be as quick as can be

I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I need my supa chic

I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I need my supa chic

I'ma be your get tonight
Promsie, boy, no kryptonite
I'ma set you free
You'll have a supa friend in need

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I'll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
I'll be your super chic
And I'ma be as quick as can be

Just Like That Lyrics – Baby Bash

[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

[Repeat Chorus]

What Is It Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Sean Kingston)

[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]

Mamacita Lyrics – Baby Bash (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

Dip With You Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Aundrea Fimbres of Danity Kane)

[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

Spreewells Spinnin' Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Chingo Bling, Lucky Luciano, Queenie)

[Baby Bash]
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up

[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin' on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin' on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop

[Pre-Verse: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin'
On chrome
My spreewells spinnin'
Spinnin'
Spinnin'

[Verse 1: Queenie]
You know the
Ese keep right, I ain't playin' with that
Belly
Coup, drop down, why you see the Spreewells spin
Ese choppin' it up
Got the Henny in the cup
Clean white tee, (guns) tucked, and I ain't givin' (a fuck) (Uh uh)
Pink diamonds for the wifey, fifteen carots for the soldiers
Truck glowed to the (white), two point two, pearly boulders
And I'm still sunned out
Moon roof
To the back, (blunt) fill a (kush), blowin' it out
Rob jewels like electric guitars
(Gang) signs to the sky
Like I'm tryin' to shoot the stars
And when I say what I do, when I say, what I done
You don't wanna see me back the (gun), ese (gun cocked)
And my

[Pre-Chorus: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin'
My spreewells spinnin'
My spreewells spinnin'
Spinnin'
Spinnin'
On chrome

[Chorus: (Queenie slowed down in background)]
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Now that's some comin' with them Playa Made Mexicans
That's Baby Bash, on that ass, stackin' presidents
Some call it feddi, scrilla, cash, money, Benjamins
I'm in the zone, off that chrome, in your residents
Look like I'm skatin'
Big, ballin' and heavy weightin'
The trunk
Rattlin'
Look at that
The speaker's quakin'
And I ain't fakin' like half
The rappers in the nation
So many trees, look at the leaves, that I be rakin'
And like inflation, I'm bubblin' up to get the bacon
With a pound of (dank) and a gang of drank, why y'all procrastinatin'
I'm off the cover
Yeah
A fighter and a lover
You want some sauce, come see ya boss
About some butter

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Hook: Baby Bash]
Chop, chop
You know it don't stop
The Spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
I stay ride and clean, am droppin' screens
Yell, "The diamonds all on my ring"
Keep some styled on my team
(Heats) are under my driver seat
Dabbin', spinnin', like my head
After I done popped a necks
Lucky, yeah, I'm from the wreck
Tell 'em folks to cut a check
Lights to get my floss on
(Nigga), I'm a boss, hun
Ten thousand on chrome
Paper grew and got long
Ain't (shit) rented, boy I pimpin', been pimpin'
My rims pay for (fuckin') A.O.B.
In H-Town, or on Richmond, gettin' chippers out a stripper
Mex'cans stayed throwed, and the game ain't free
Wheels spin like ceiling fans, woodgrain up in my hands
.45 to the sand, pocket full of Benjamins

[Chingo Bling]
You see those ?? tires (Chingo Bling, (culero))
You don't want no beef with mine and snap
Doo-doo-doo

[Verse 4: Chingo Bling]
This ain't no Bappin' Ape shoes, this is Chingo Bling boots
Your baby mama wippin' down my wetback with tissues
Bought a old school
Had to throw some orange on that hoe
Bought a eighteen wheeler, had to throw some birds on that hoe
Ese like that
Fifth wheel, on relax
Slangin' muscle like (crack)
Last name, on the back
Got the four fours spokin'
Candy paint soakin'
H-Town to Mexico
Backed up to Oakland
At night time, I'm loc'in'
I got my cowboy hat
Grillin' women, stove and oven
Maza, I'm a double that
They lookin' for me cause they don't like beaners
How much nalga can I pull, if I ride these spinners

[Queenie in background]
[Chingo Bling] Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing
The largest rims
In all of North America
[Queenie] On chrome
My Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin' (My Spreewells spinnin')
And my trunks on pop (Spinnin', spinnin' on chrome)
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin'
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
On chrome
On chrome

[Repeat Hook Twice]

[Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
My Spreewells spinnin'
Spinnin'
Spinnin'
On chrome

As Days Go By (The Love Letter) Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Paula DeAnda)

[Chorus: Paula DeAnda]
As days go by
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone (As days go by)

I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone
(As days go by)

[Baby Bash:]
Now I done came a long way
But ain't gone too far
And hope this love letter don't
Leave a big scar
So baby just hold on
Lil' momma just be strong
Cause no one knew the war
Would last us so long
The rockets the red glare
The bombs up in the air
I'm just doing my duty
But missin' it right there
So as days go by
I'm counting every minute
Wishing I was home
For sure with you in it
But the soldiers that
I'm runnin with
Are ready to blitz
This ain't no video
This is just as real as it gets
I made some lifelong friends
Holdin' down the front line
And girl I can't wait
To get back in your sunshine

[Paula DeAnda:]
(As days go by)
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait til you come back home
To have you all alone (As Days go by)

I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone
(As days go by)

[Baby Bash:]
Now as days go by
My time is spent reflecting
On all the lil' things
You said I was neglecting
They say you never know
What you have until it's gone
Didn't know back then
But I will from now on
When I try to channel out
All the fear and the stress
I picture me and you rollin'
Looking dressed to impress
And to know you'll be there
When I'm back from Iraq
And feel good to know
A real chica I have on my back

Give everybody huggs
And tell em' I really miss em '
And your boy be back
When I'm through with my mission

Give everybody huggs
And tell em' I really miss em'
And your boy be back
When I'm through with my mission

[Paula DeAnda:]
(As days go by)
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait til you come back home
To have you all alone (As days go by)

I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone
As days go by

As days go by

[Baby Bash:]
One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together
One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together
(As days go by)
One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together
One day we gon' get it together one day we gon' get it together

As days go by

Na Na Lyrics – Baby Bash

Ahh
Who Got It
Who Got It
Huh
Young Bash
Jim Johnson
Uh Oh

She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy
Ohh She's Sweet As Honey
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na
She's So Yummy And Delicious
Ohh With Tender Kisses
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na

Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4]

Out With The Old Girl
In With The New
Tastes So Good, Lemme Get Me A Spoon
31 Flavors, I'm Pimpin' Withchu
And Girl I Got The Munchies, So I'm Stickin' Withchu

Cinnamin Spice Up In My Life, Maybe One Day You Can Be My Wife [x2]

I Can't Wait, I Got A Date Manana
And My Girl Got A Platinum Na Na
She Smell Like Shaqel With Her Cucumber Melon
And Her Fashion Is Dipped In Prada Prada

I Got A Boss One On My Team
Every Playboy Mansions Dream
And She Thicker Than The Sticker On My Winter Go-Getter Cuz She Break Me Off That Candy Cream

She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy
Ohh She's Sweet As Honey
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na
She's So Yummy And Delicious
Ohh With Tender Kisses
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na

Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4]

She Got A Stack Full Of Cakes
And A Million Dollar Waist
When She Slid Up On My Chrome
She Said It¢s True Ronny Ray
You As Cool As A Shade
I Said Ya What¢s Goin On
That¢s When The Na Na Got Weird
And We Started The Perc
Getting High As A Fire Escape
She Said I Heard From A Bird Bout The Way You Get Down
And Now Im Ready With A Video Tape

I Guess It Was My Destiny
To Hit That Juicy Recipe
Call A Man Who Did Ectasy
With A Whole Lotta Freaky Energy

Swet Azuca On My Mind
With A Top Notch Breezie On My Line
I Get A Cavity Girl Every Time
I Go Down Low Where The Sun Don¢t Shine

She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy
Ohh She's Sweet As Honey
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na
She's So Yummy And Delicious
Ohh With Tender Kisses
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na

Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4]

[Instrumental]

She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy
Ohh She's Sweet As Honey
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na
She's So Yummy And Delicious
Ohh With Tender Kisses
Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na

Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4]

The Thrill Is Gone Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Ryan Tedder of OneRepublic)

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

Well now the thrill is long gone
The feelin is all wrong
Got me feelin uncomfortable all in my own home
And your ring tone song deleted from my phone
And danm I use to love that song when it came on

And no this ain't about no new company
It's just time for you to do you and me to do me
And you know, and you know
That I know, that I know
That we don't belong together no more

And even though the memories still make me wanna believe
The facts I gotta face em
It's over it's history
Cause you know
We gotta breath and I don't wanna deceive
A lie or get it twisted so baby I gotta leave.

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you, do you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone

Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock
When the loven was so hot
Good to the last drop
And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time
Wait before the tears and the years on the grind

Now you lookin at me crazy every time you hear my phone ring
Use to get along better back when we was homies
Use to keep it low key now we fight in public
Argue about anything and every single subject

So now I think it's better if we just keep it movin
I won't trip off you and you won't trip off what I'm doin

Cause baby this ain't crackin like it use to be
I think you just got a little use to me

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone

Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock
When the loven was so hot
Good to the last drop
And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time
Wait before the tears and the years on the grind

I don't wanna say it but you know what I'm thinking
And we should be apart
Now it's over like a holiday
I don't wanna say it but you know what I'm thinking
And we should be apart
Now it's over

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain't like they use to be baby girl you're losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don't think I'm coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone

Don't Stop Lyrics – Baby Bash (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

"Super Saucy" (2005)

Baby I'm Back Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Akon)

[Intro - Akon & Baby Bash]
Hoooo
Yeah
Said everything that you want me to I'll do it
Tell me what the word is already [x4]

[Chorus - Akon]
Don't look no farther!
Baby im back (yeah)
I'm here to cater to you (anything you want me to, I'll do it)
Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover)
Ill be your best friend
Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill do it)

[Baby Bash]
Now im back in a flesh
Feelin so blessed, back in your corner suga, suga don't stress
Forget about the rest; let's go inside, im back in your zone
Baby im back in your vibe, now I cant be denied I can lie im on ya
I never ever wanna say sayonara
Some body told me that the grass was greener
On the other side andale arriba
Never really used to be a mean to cheat her
What I gotta do to be your keeper
These words comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
I was gone for a minute but now im home,
Please forgive me for being a rolling stone,
Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome,
Get off the phone till he swears to leave me alone,
Let my spark your interest, now there's no more dating on the internet,
Cause you already know how I get it wet, how I get it so saucy and I get respect,
You don't have to look no farther, you dealin with the whole enchilada
You don't have to look no farther, you hotter then a fire starter

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
I was gone for a minute, (oooohhh) [repeat x4]
Now im back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat x4]

[Chorus x2]

Super Saucy Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Avant)

[Intro-Baby Bash]
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Your so Sau-cy
Super Saucy. Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Your so Sau-cy

[Verse-Baby Bash]
Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch
The finest linen, the type of is she love to cop
The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona
She hating attention, but every naked eye on her
Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner
I'm offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona
Super Saucy, Sergio Rossi Sandals
And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles
Stunting all the way across the floor for sure
Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh
Heavens angel, curves in every angle
Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang

[Chorus-Avant]
You're the apple of my eye
I'm feeling like a drug I'm so high
Everything is so sweet
Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy
So take a ride with me off in the whip
I'll push the keys to you just let me
Everything is so sweet
Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy

[Verse-Baby Bash]
Uh, I'm trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I'm saying
You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body's displaying
And I'm a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting
To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans
That makes us equally compatible, expectations
For you its education, for me is to rock the nation
Now that's a combination we should be modulating
Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation
Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariachi
I'm digging the purse, your matching, that's authentic Gucci
And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe
And I just wanted you to know…

[Chorus]

[Bridge x4]
Lets get it crunk-a-lating
Lets get it bubble-lating
You got the Motts and I'm a boss
Yeah that I'm saying

[Chorus x2]

[Intro x2]

That's My Lady (Money) Lyrics – Baby Bash (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

Throwed Off Lyrics – Baby Bash

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]

Trees Lyrics – Baby Bash (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]

Who Wit' Me? Lyrics – Baby Bash

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]

No Way Jose Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Akon)

Say I ain't got time

[Akon]
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
('Cuz I gotta' be on my way) On my way
(Ain't got time to play) Time to play
(I can't go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose ('Cuz I ain't got no time)

[Bash]
My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold
Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed
And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees dawg
And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin' gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin'
Want it green as a gecko I'm respectful to some of ya'll
But some of ya'll be frontin' I don't owe shit to none of ya'll
I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in
Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in
Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits
The game is gettin' graphic but man I got to have it
Some love a drug addict
But it ain't no excuse
I got these money mackin' skills I'mma put 'em to use
And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough
And I refuse to let a so-called ruin my stuff

[Akon]
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
('Cuz I gotta' be on my way) On my way
(Ain't got time to play) Time to play
(I can't go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose ('Cuz I ain't got no time)

[Bash]
I'm movin', and got nothin' to say
'Cuz 24 hours ain't enough time in a day
So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist
If a peck on the cheek mean death watch for the kiss
Take time under pressure
By any means or measure
Remember one's trash is another man's treasure
Buisness befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused
Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest
I'm in the trenches face down in the game bruh
And can't nobody know my real name bruh
Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason
And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin'
Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day
In the truth, in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day

[Akon]
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
('Cuz I gotta' be on my way) On my way
(Ain't got time to play) Time to play
(I can't go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose ('Cuz I ain't got no time)
('Cuz I gotta' be on my way) On my way
(Ain't got time to play) Time to play
(I can't go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose ('Cuz I ain't got no time)

[Bash + (Akon)]
One day, I'mma get it together
One day, I'mma get it together
('Cuz I'mma get it together)
One day, I'mma get it together
One day, I'mma get it together
(Oh, I'mma get it together)
One day, I'mma get it together
One day, I'mma get it together
(Yeah, I'mma get it together)
One day, I'mma get it together (I'mma get it together)
One day, I'mma get it together
('Cuz I'mma get it together, gotta get it together, gotta get it together
Been grindin' forever, it's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah,
Get it together, get it together said I'll get it together)

[Akon]
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Said ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Man ain't got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
('Cuz I gotta' be on my way) On my way
(Ain't got time to play) Time to play
(I can't go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose ('Cuz I ain't got no time)

Step In Da Club Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Grimm, Lucky Luciano, Rasheed)

[Chorus: Baby Bash]
Step in the club like it ain't no thang (No thang)
Sittin' on the bar while I sip on drank (On drank)
Girl wanna holla, tryin' to run that game (That game)
I just, want a freak that ain't got no shame (No shame)

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
I'm a blast off like a damn Houston rocket
Roll around town, with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it"
Punk bootleggers, man, they fuckin' off my profit
Dip up in the club, and she eyeballin' me
Remind me of the breeze from Terminator 3
Think ya nasty
She the hoe extravaganza
Gloss when I floss, I'm the boss like Tony Danza
Puttin' hands on, motherfuckers actin' up
Give me fifty feet, better back the fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-Town
Look at Low-G, got a fool beat down (Beat down)

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 2: Rasheed]
Downtown, Super Bowl XXXVIII (Eight)
In the clutz city of no pity, movin' weight (Weight)
Case to get in state
Keep me in the G manner (Manner)
All my homies roll like Tony Montana (Tana)
Listen to the law, jab and jaw off on a scanner (Scanner)
Sippin' purple hawk, startin' bangin' David Banner (Banner)
Money in the Benz, but I'm layin' in the 'Llac ('Llac)
Stomach so swoll', throwin' up in the back [retching]
She was fine, yes sir, she was trill
Plus she had a pocketfull of colorful pill (Man, CHILL!)
Bring heat through your whole crew flannel (Flannel)
Crooked, them chickens put on a Food Channel (Channel)
Roll with the pimps, y'all, naw, I'm not a baller (Baller)
Teller bought the cities like a blue Nightcrawler
Call her on the celly, with my jelly, meet the mami at the tele
Roll the fatty, jump in the ride and disappear like Machavelli
What

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
Man, I step in the club like it ain't no thang
On valet park, been drankin' all day
Paparazzi takin' pictures and the haters lookin' mad
But the barber's showin' love, and I'm signin' autographs
Bartender know me, and he know I do the fool
Everybody in my ear, I'm lookin' like, "Who is you!?"
Give me fifty and a seas on the rocks for these boys
Can't stand male groupies, move around with that noise
I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed
Find somethin' I can take back to the momo
Like that, right there, you lookin' good, no doubt
What you got under that skirt, what you talkin' 'bout
I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done
They wouldn't let me on stage, they said I was drunk
But it's about to be two, girl, tell me if you ready
Let's sip champagne in my jacuzzi at the tele

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 4: Grimm]
My cup got sip in my soda
I don't give a fuck, don't tip my shit over
Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rover
Paul got 'em all, lookin' over they shoulder
Tuggin' on dro, got smoke in my windpipe
Boys wanna know, 'bout my hoes and my pimp life
Nigga, what it is, what it was, what it been like
Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries
Hand's so skin tight
Dance's so freak like
Notch after notch, in the club, on a weeknight
Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Bet this Henessey 'bout to here make her speed right

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

That's What Tha Pimpin's There For Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free)

[Kat Williams]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly
Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike
Please do not get the game crossed up
In order for you not to get tossed up
Whether or not you are flossed up
It is necessary in every pimp's life
To get bossed

[Suga Free - Verse 1]
Hey, Suga Free
Why Roxy jockin'
Probably cause she don't want you to know she got
Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy
She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back
One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin'
Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
Bossed up like it was nothin'
I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why
But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause I'm too fly

[Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams]
Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for

[Verse 2]
Can you believe this?
First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about
I would've told, "Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!"
You know you love her up
Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified
Man, all that bullshit should cover up
Holy Nickelodeon...
You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian...
But that's what they get for love and shit
Sincerly yours, Suga Free
And thank you for nothin'

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
Sippin' on that good bombay
Rating these rat chicken traps all day
Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay
Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle

[Baby Bash - Verse 3]
What's really, though
I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope
Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?)
But you don't hear me, though
Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex
We keep it A.O.B.
All on, baby
Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy
You trick harder than the NBA
And got mad when your weeds got send my way
Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth
And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else
Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem
If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream
And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks
Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] Vieja
Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
Jalepeno on the side
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] You look
You don't know me
Until you blow me
Suck it!
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas
For his dog to lick
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] Hey, Bash
Call Fred Wreck
Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey

[Verse 4]
I once put a chick in a guillotine choke
Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough
And this ain't no studio shit
How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch
And I just call 'em how I see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m
I spit caps
I spit caps
And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq

[Repeat Chorus Four Times]

Bubbalicious Lyrics – Baby Bash (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

Better Than I Can Tell Ya Lyrics – Baby Bash (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

Obsession Lyrics – Baby Bash

3rd Wish
Baby Bash
Te quiero mucho, ha

Son las cinco de la manana
Y no he 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

It's five o'clock in the mornin'
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'll find no relief (ooh)

[Chorus]
Amor, si es amor
Your love's got me feelin'
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can't control

I know you're not my lady
But I'm full of hopes and maybes
Till onto your love can't save me
Solo puedo hablar de ti
Saw you with your amigo
Girl he don't look so rigo
No sabe complacerte, como lo haria yo

It's five o'clock in the mornin'
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'll find no relief

[Chorus]
Amor (si es amor)
Si es amor (si es amor)
Your love's got me feelin' (your love's got me)
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can't control

[Baby Bash Rap]
When it feel so right n I don't care what people say
After I’ll grab the lotion grab the blanket take a trip to Monorae
We can, do it on the beach, cause you know, how we goin' do
We goin, act a fool, even when we run it cool
Put on your favorite dress
Let’s impress the town a lotta
Got the gucci bag oops my mistake
You stunt that Prada – yada
Yada Im saying
Yada I mean
Yada I holla
And I'm so proud to say one day I'll be your baby's father
You fine

Es amor, es amor (te quiero mucho)
Es an obsesión (es an obsesión)
Es amor, es amor (3rd wish)
Es an obsesión

[Chorus]
Amor, si es amor
Your love's got me feelin' (your love's got me)
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
Not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can't control

Amor, si es amor
Your love's got me feelin' (your love's got me feelin')
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor not an illusion (3rd wish)
That makes me do things (baby bash)
That my heart can't control

Amor

"Tha Smokin' Nephew" (2003)

Suga Suga Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Frankie J)

So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted

[Chorus (Frankie J.):]
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?

[Baby Bash]
You know its leather when we ride
We're flinging rawhide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You’ll be there when the money comes
Off top I can't lie I love to get blowed
You my lil'sugar, I'm yo little chulo
And every time we kick it it’s off to the groovy
Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though)

[Chorus (Frankie J.)]

[Baby Bash]
Now I ain't worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick
I got a fat sack and a superfly chick
There ain't nothing you can say to a playa
Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air
That’s right she’s full grown setting the wrong tone
I'm digging the energy and I'm loving the o-zone
So fly like a dove so fly like a raven
Quick to politic with some fly conversation
In a natural mood then I'm a natural dude
And we some natural fools blowing out by the pool
She like my sexy-cool mama with blades on her berata
Rockin' Dolce Gabbana (Italian) with highdrows and a Cubana

[Chorus (Frankie J.)]

[Brige]
You know its leather when we ride
We're flinging rawhide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You’ll be there when the money comes

You know its leather when we ride
We're flinging rawhide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though)

[Chorus (Frankie J.)]

So high like I'm a star
So high like I'm a star
So high like I'm a star
So high like I'm a star

Azucar

Weed Hand Lyrics – Baby Bash

[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.

Shorty Doowop Lyrics – Baby Bash

[Chorus:]
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
And I can’t wait to be alone with you

I bet you never seen a shorty so fly
Pushin candy paint with the chrome choppin by
Throwin up player wave to my riders on the block
They all show love to my shorty doowop
In a juicy fruit jeans love that 315s
Livin every fantasy and ghetto girl dreams
Watchin swinging bang and she in another corner
Lookin way cool comin through with the doshure
Now after two honey blunts I discovered the buzz
I’m call her shorty she gonna call me love
And through the thick of it all
She excepted collect calls
When the daddy got caught up by the law

[Repeat chorus]

For real though, for real though, for real though
She the girl in the movie and I’m the hero
Stuck with me when I violated p-role
And came up when she started with zero
Baby Bash Latino Robert Denero
She got with me cuz her hubby was a weird-o
And yes sir she lookin so mighty mighty
Love me cuz I’m fresh and clean and so tighty
And theres a piece to the puzzle, the grind, the hustle
Respect when I’m good and love me when I’m in trouble
And yes sir, oh no, and yes sir she lookin so throw

[Repeat chorus]

I can’t wait to be alone with you
Cuz you the only boo who do the freaky things you do
You keep me feelin high you keep my drama low
Yea I’m your shorty boy but you already know

[Repeat chorus]

Sexy Eyes Lyrics – Baby Bash

Sexy Eyes, they’re so lovely,
Sexy Eyes Make me wanna love ya
Sexy Eyes,
Girl you’re lookin’ way cool tonight Oohh
Da da da da 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 marry me
But hold up now, we just met
Let me see how long you keep it wet
Hold it steady, already,
Baby girl we done did dat
It’s 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 it’s nothing to a trilla though
Your sexy eyes are so spiritual

[Chorus x1]

The steelo so kamikaze
Shrinin’ like Liberachy
Smellin' like Burberry
Me Issey Miyake
It’s 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 she’s made for me
And you know that’s on the cool
Girl get your shine on like candle in the wind
Gotta keep my mind strong
When I’m hammerin' within
And one look is all it took
Incredible thighs
And one look is all it took
Incredible eyes

[Chorus x1]

[x2]
Time don’t wait for love
And life don’t wait for a break in the weather
It’s time for me and you to hook up
Let’s get this thing together

[Chorus x2]

Image Of Pimp Lyrics – Baby Bash

[YEAH, YEAH, UHH]
ITS SUCH A FILTHY GAME,
ITS SUCH A DIRTY GAME,
DA GAME DONT EVA CHANGE,
MY IMAGE IS EVERYTHANG.

[CHORUS TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH]
You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore,
Because of my image, I might call you a hore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disresepect
[BABY BASH]
Word around town is I pop these P's,
Word around town is I hold these G's,
Word around town is I blow these trees,
Word around town is Baby Beesh,
Pimpin' in high velocity, yall squares betta back up off me,
Cuz we gonna do what the hell we do,
Baby Bash the ghetto socrities,
Gettin' all these keys at playa prices,
Top notch ho by da name of Icess,
Soak it up qick cuz da game is priceless,
Money and mackin' is nuttin nice (b*tch),
Im out in Ohio man I missed my trial,
Feds after me cuz i serve this D,
Got blessed as Golden child
[Chorus]
[Oral Bee translated in english]
I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies
Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies
I massage some ladies…but keep it on the hush,
I’m a pimp, sh*t, I’m not supposed to have no crush
Met this lady, she was off tha hook,
A playa got hard off her sexy look,
To my homies I said that she was crazy horny,
And, like most *****es she was dumb and corny
..well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent,
I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went,
Yeh suh! This mama turned me on,
But then she met some slick-talkin’ playa and was gone,
He was a nasty playa who called her a queen,
Now, I can’t do that, I am a pimp-machine,
..sometimes I wish that pretty ***** still was mine,
But, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time…
[Chorus]
[Third verse]
Image of a pimp is wut I got,
Take a look at me girl I live it hard,
I aint chose to rhyme my game is cold,
Million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe,
Back to da daddy in a candy caddy,
Wit a half bag of afghanastani,
Cuz me and Beesh see we blowin' big,
Cant help us now cuz we on it,
Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it,
Dont act like yo @ss aint noticed it,
Im rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs,
Yall ready know they like to ball,
I get paid fo sex give me the money on a daily basis,
Have yo @ss on the track till 8 in da morning,
Im a mack baby I aint savin' h0s.
[Chorus]
[Baby Bash]
Blow one...
Now wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew
Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew
Wut it do, wut it do,is yo smokin' nephew

Early In The Morning Lyrics – Baby Bash

[Chorus:]
Early in the morning before I eat my breakfast
I gotta get down
Early in the morning before I eat my breakfast
I gotta get down
Late night in the evening before I get to sleeping
I gotta get down
Late night in the evening before I get to sleeping
I gotta get down

[Verse 1]
Oh goody goody got the morning woody roll over
so quick baby curl give it to me man what a
quickie stab it with a stifie bustin' bigger nuts than
Peter Pan and Jiffy Give me a little licky huggy kissie kissie
And off last night I'm still a little wiggy
Forgive my girl if I damage ya but it feel like
I'm on Viagra

[Chorus:]
Early in the morning before I eat my breakfast
I gotta get down
Early in the morning before I eat my breakfast
I gotta get down

[Verse 2]
Well I'm a Cheech I'm a Chong Wrap the watta bong
Hit it for so strong and hold it for so long
I'ma whip I'ma worm roll the whole blunt
Grab the Visine feeling so crunk
Check my watch
Connect my dots scratch my croach and get in my flip flops
All I hear is pots and pans with the sizzle
choriso con huevos man its off the hizzle
choking on that residue I told you all man what I fence to do
You know Hydro he a friend of mine take the
monkey off my back like everytime Gotta stilo
That's so frilo fly like an eagle so high me and
my amigos another day another dollar another
deal so what you huh what when ya wanna kill?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Who that coming threw what's really cracker lacking
what's up with you Oh no not him again he be rolling
with 'em crazy ass Mexicans Baby Bash you a fool
on the cool I'm just playing thou What's the deal
what 'em other boys playing for Holla Holla all my
itchy dollar got everybody thinkin it's cool to hate
another but man hold up I'm on a new page
All my haters in the mess get out my Kool-Aid
I'm quick to spark up and steal sumbody's
lighter I get cotton mouth and eat sum
Jambalya Oh my Mya Oh hell yeah before I make
love I put you in the air Twice Last Night and
Once in the morning I gotta get down so I can
get going

[Chorus]

Feeling Me Lyrics – Baby Bash

[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]

Changed My Life Lyrics – Baby Bash

[Chorus]
I changed my life so I can be with you
But you turned and walked away,
Tell me what to do.
I changed my life so I can be with you
But you turned and walked away
Tell me what to do
Somehow I know you still believe
Somehow I know you still believe

[Verse 1]
You interrupted my bliss
Fuck this I sorry
Used to be steak fish calamari
But now all you do is drink and party
Girl you ain’t the greatest the greatest was Ali
In the words of the late great Bob Marley
No Woman, no cry, yes suh I do believe.
I count my blessing every time I see my loved ones.
Wondering why I be stressing of a silly woman.
Boy get your head straight, boy get your head right.
Keep on buzzin with your cousin
Boy have a good time.
Sometime I know it’s right, sometimes I know it’s wrong
Sometimes I do it big, sometimes I’m all alone.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Up and down like a see-saw.
Baby let me free fall.
Me fall for that again
Don’t make me hee haw.
Never will I get caught up again.
I’m gonna put that on my momma and my next of kin
They say money can’t buy me happiness,
But it will brighten my day.
They say money can’t buy me happiness,
But it will brighten my day.
Baby girl you don did it.
Girl I ain’t wit it.
Only problem in my life was you,
So good ridden.
I’m out the door quick, feet first sideways.
I’m checking out baby,
And breathin some highway.
[Chorus]

Money won’t buy you happiness
But it will brighten your day.
Money won’t buy you happiness,
But it will brighten your day.

Pollution Lyrics – Baby Bash

[Chorus]
Sometimes I wanna get away from all the confusion
Causin' pollution
I know you wish you could run away from this institution
Cause there's no solution, to survive

Another day when I'm waking up
I turn my TV on CNN
Another homie done bit the dust, my best friend's back up in the pen
Somebody hit the twin towers, ? and the buildings came tumbling down
All we could do was watch in tears
While the people of America wondered how we let it go down
Then, I heard a sound when I turned around
This old man said pray for me
Said I've been in the world for 88 long years and go now can you stay for me?
I looked him in the eyes, and gave him a smile and said mister I don't mean no harm
But you ain't going nowhere, so just pull up a chair
I got greens fresh off the farm
And with that he pulled a bottle from his pocket and said youngin' ima give it a try
I said hold up pops, I ain't forget about the nana you promised so pass it by
and then he said...

[Chorus]

From dusk to dawn, mom's always tellin me you must move on
Let the past be the last thing to dust you son
And I trust you mom
But the ? lust for fun, wanna bust my gun
Wasn't much to some, then you measured up to most started walking down the road
To the treasure up the post
You just never f***ing know what you gonna see, where ya gonna be, who you gonna meet
It's true you gonna sleepin, slip into silence
Shot guns fired, choppers and sirens
Spotlight shinin, flashin on the glance
At a boy without a chance and the Devil on his ass

I be sayin though, livin my life... wishin' and hopin
I be sayin though, chasin the dreams...
I be sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry
That's how we know man, why that's why

I be sayin though taken away from the frustration
I be sayin though teach me to use my imagination
I be sayin though same thing that will make you laugh will make you cry
That's how we know man, why that's why

[Chorus]

Menage A Trois Lyrics – Baby Bash (feat. Mr. Shadow, Don Cisco, & Frankie J)

[Chorus: Frankie J]
Show me what yo body do
You can bring yo girlfriend too
We can have a rendezvous
Menage-a-Trois
We can have a drink or two
You can bring yo girlfriend too
We can keep it on the cool
Menage-a-Trois

[Baby Bash]
Down and dirty
Rough and rugged dog
Nasty but you love it
You gon' lick it
I'm gonna shove it, ugh-ugh, ugh
When I hit it from the back
You commence to cap
Grab yo toy baby grab yo strap
I'ma kick back light up a sack
Last name "OFF" first name is "JACK"
You know the deal do
So grab the dildo
And let's do the damn thing
So I can tell my kin folks
About that there shit we did
About that there freak you did
And landed on my face, ooh
Baby girl but I love the taste
Got me livin' my fantasy
Baby come and dance for me
You got that candy cream
Let me see you pull yo panty string
Let yo thong slide to the side
Chica open wide
And let my fine ass baby mama put her tongue inside
Tongue kissin' naked to the world
Such a nasty girl
You got me fiendin' every time I'm dreamin' of the pearl
Twice last night, once in the mornin'
That's yo favorite song
It turns you on
Leave your pumps on
Baby watch me hit it strong
Baby Bashy you so nasty
Love the threesome for the top notch jazzies
Smokin' on some of that purple grassy
Now what yo body do

[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Shadow]
Ain't no tellin' what a fella gonna do
When it's me off Ren and you
On the phone when we getting' it on
Like the name off the song
It's just the freak in you, and me
Ya heard, fuck it, every body in this mutha fucka
We doin' this hit not givin' a shit
Shadow the chicken plucker
I wanna know what you got on your mind
Is it the same as mine
We can bump and grind
And tell your friend she can come along, Why?
I would never leave her behind, hell no!
Never mind the love we share
Remember I'm a thug you bitch
Fuck her up rub 'round your dick
Cuz all I give you dirty tricks and that's it
No shame in the game I play
Me and Bash got pie to lay
Texas Californ-I-A
Smokin' weed, pokin' bitches all night and day
Ride away in the hot one
Put my hook in the sea then I caught one
I gotta take it or leave it
And believe it or not
I got the eye of an eagle and I spot them

[Chorus x2]

[Don Cisco]
Holiday Inn, Howard Johnson
Me and two friends like Charlie Bronson
Locked up in a suite in between sheets
Gang bangin' top nothes, huh
I'm the bossiest playa like the freak Steve Austin
I don't give a fuck what shit be costin'
Keep bad bitches, pretty friends be flossin'
Sex and the City every time we tossin'
Never leave the pad without packin' precaution
Frisco Mac, so proceed with caution
You and these dudes are in these streets is often
Blaze up a sack get the chronic often
Outlaw on the run come ? me none
Don Cisco baby
When I ride, I'm bossin' on that ass
And ? rollin' pregnant
2-1-1 girl I like them odds
You can rock my world
I'll make you scream for the Gods
In between the sheets all night
I'll freak you hard
Keep it cool
What you speakin' on?
Shut your mouth and just tweak it on
Close your lips, leak you wrong

[Hook: Frankie J x2]
You know I like to watch
You I like to see it
I'm kinda freaky mama
Oh baby please believe it

[Chorus x4]

Don't Disrespect My Mind Lyrics – Baby Bash (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'

[Chorus]