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Albums:

A Thrill's a Thrill: The Canadian Years (Long John Baldry) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Walkin' My Baby Back Home & I Still Get a Thrill (Dean Martin) · Comes A-Visitin, Comes A-Singin' (Big Bill Broonzy) · Comes A-Visitin, Comes A-Singin' (Big Bill Broonzy) · Here Comes My Baby: The Ultimate Collection (The Tremeloes) · Here Comes My Baby (Sons of Admirals) · Here Comes My Baby (Dottie West) – and 90 other albums »


hope things get better for you
Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea
you baby, yes I do
Know I love you baby, yes I do
Do away with things that come on obscene
Like hot rods real clean real fine nicotine
Sometimes
you baby, yes I do
Know I love you baby, yes I do

Do away with things that come on obscene
Like hot rods real clean real fine nicotine
Sometimes
"Yo Black B, what's the deal?
What's popping?"

"Ain't nothing"

"Aight, what's the deal?
We got to get this paper y'all 
This cat had to come
Pride
I Begged You To Stop And You
Hit Him More
You Didn't See His Three Friends Come
Through The Door
Four Against One And
They Had A Knife
In Ten
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
bounce, roll to the skate ya rock
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
Hey hey,
Come on, come on, come on

Come on and do it [Repeat: x2] 
Hey
Do it, do it, do it

It's just another thing keep your eye fixed
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
with your desire
In the shower under fire
Wave the white flag, keep it clean
Call me g.i. josephine

Come out
Come out

And it's one two three
I don't
Doin' what comes naturally

You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
no rules when you in this game

Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in
comes, yeah it comes to me in ways

I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes we can call her by her name
I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes and we
the night you can help me count stacks
I got dogs that don't bite chef cook what you like baby wanna spend the night.

[Verse 1]
Wanna come and chill take
you kiss me, I'm like a kid of three
But my baby days are through
I'll build a bungalow that'll go to show
I wanna play house with you

The other
you kiss me, I'm like a kid of three
But my baby days are through
I'll build a bungalow that'll go to show
I wanna play house with you

The other
on, ohhh, come on

Verse Two:

Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me
nothing stayed the same
And everything was changed
I know you're trying to explain
No baby, no more games

if you don't know me by now
Then you never will
nothing stayed the same
And everything was changed
I know you're trying to explain
No baby, no more games

if you don't know me by now
Then you never will
Six-pack of something, bottle of pills
Got to be a better way to get my thrills
Lord you know sometime livin' ain't hardly enough
Not when you're
On earth as he's cover words
Reality is knowing death
As cold as it unfurls
Suck the singers fury
Cause you lack sincerity
Out and come up empty baby
Cause
over your bohhhhhhdy 

Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard 
Clean out my vocals 
Yeah, I said YEAH 
I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh 
*more nonsense noises*
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
never do that
Who say he going through a thang, when y'all ain't never lied
I gotta baby, but his mama act like he ain't mine
Wicked women, using