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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) · Space Daze: The History & Mystery of Electronic Ambient Space (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Space Box: 1970 & Beyond (Space, Krautrock & Acid Trips) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bandstand Bash (Sam Donahue) · Big Band Bash (Tony Bennett) · The Big Apple Bash (Jay McShann) · Texas All-Star: Big Band Bash (Johnny Nicholas) – and 90 other albums »


Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout
Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play(its goin down)

Chorus 2x
Its
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade

We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade

We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Who's your
of my sweatshirt 

Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon 
I started out
of the wild?
The call of the wild

Calling all children of the velvet night
Get your motor down to the city of light
Take your little baby by the hand
Jam it
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow

And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
with you and baby you're with me

Let's get out of here and drive up to the ocean
Out of the city and up the coast of maine
Feel the spray
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow

And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
Baby woke me from an awful dream
Rotten traffics by the sea
Just up from her father's place
Cutting through an empty space
The trash will turn
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
baby, let's fly away
On Christmas Day, won't you stay?
Let's turn all those goodbyes into hello

You're always saying you left the city
But you didn't
the inviations
Previous engagement, speculation
I hate when my girl says "Give me some space"
On the telephone, and never to your face
I paid my dues, so lick
hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York
ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin? a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy)
Limpid limitless swimming outside the cranium 
Betrayers of children exposed by distortions 
His property swelling Lenses Alien 

Shot through the neck
hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York
tryin' to get by
In this city tonight
Because I know it's right, yeah
One day you will all wake up
From the American dream
American dream

Late
I am the public highway, baby
I'm no place for pretence or protocol
I could take you
By way of a garden city
I could run you along
The Libido
barely make it, we got crazy cash 
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash 
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin 
At the Grand American givin
my space
Bottom end's heavy you know we're never even
People call me Tricky for particular reason
I've got you see and I've got to let you know
See
hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York