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Show Girl (Remix Parts Tribute to Jay Tee feat.Young Dru & Baby Bash) (Remix Kit) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Bandstand Bash (Sam Donahue) · Big Band Bash (Tony Bennett) · The Big Apple Bash (Jay McShann) · Texas All-Star: Big Band Bash (Johnny Nicholas) · Tin Crown for the Social Bash/You're the Cup (Shannon Wright) · Pokemon: Christmas Bash (Pokemon) – and 90 other albums »


Ah already fo sho fo sho
That boy frankie j hmmm
Happy p you sick for this dog 
Baby bash 

Girl I've got to know
Girl I've got to know
Fo sho
flawless 
Fuck all that other 
Bury yo brother 
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. 

Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
By-pass the fake 'cause you know they ain't a friend to you
Taking no losses, remind them who the boss is

Alright baby
Hello, hello, hello again
Guess
kind foo dat ain't rite
I still repent on evrythang that I did
Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid
Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like
start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard

Baby bash cross
pop, pop
Pop me like a lemon drop, pop, pop
(P. Wall, Baby Bash)
Pop me like a lemon drop

Pop that thang baby, shake watcha got
Yeah, you workin'
flawless 
Fuck all that other 
Bury yo brother 
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. 

Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
break I can't wait
To see you in them high heels, making the track shake
I stack weights, so you know money ain't a thang though
It's Baby Bash
break I can't wait
To see you in them high heels, making the track shake
I stack weights, so you know money ain't a thang though
It's Baby Bash
family man 

Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight 

I used to cry at night  hope that dad would act right 

Tripping off my mommy,
again, that's what they askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl
hear-a

Murder, the end of another life
By a drunk in a car, or a gun fight
Now that's wrong but the bullshits right
And day by day, we losin more babies
Uh! He heh 
Master P and Treach nigga 
It's all family baby 
Get them Naughty boys  I got the No Limit Soldiers 
And when we posse up  these
husband is beating up your son?"
Next thing I knew that family packed up and they were gone

Back pressed flat against the wall
And they hit me with
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
that one fa sho
F!*?# home cause I roam jus like a buffalo
I'm the baby of the family, runt of the litter
I can't stop smoking cause no one like
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying
a family of mine

[Mr. Marcelo]
Me and my girl, better yet me and my shawty
Early morn', smoke a blunt, drink a half of forty
What's the half baby?, you know
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
Baby girl, fuckin'' you now before I blow up
You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty
But really like it raw in the closet
Like the rider
in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
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