Lyrics:
Trying to find some place you can hide and get high
You're gonna think about suicide
Yeah, you're gonna call your mom
It's gonna be okay, baby
It's
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
Ahh...
I`m here and it`s clear I`m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain`t Kojak or Dr. Suess
It`s the kid
really think it's just a matter of time
Step by step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by step, ooh, baby, really want you in my world
Step
really think it's just a matter of time
Step by step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by step, ooh, baby, really want you in my world
Step
(I`m gonna buy me a gun)
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I`m gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin` it real hard
N****z in
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
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Oh, oh, oh
We're gonna hang 'em high
We're gonna shoot
and shit, baby
Pull over the vehicle
I ain't stoppin for they
Fuck it, I'ma stop
Alright, alright
What are you up to over here?
Hey man, I'm on the way
IF YOU PUT YR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS BABY
WE’RE GONNA GET IT ON, GONNA GET IT ON, GONNA GET IT ON,
GONNA GET IT ON, GONNA GET IT ON, GONNA GET IT
war time baby I'm never not ready
I hit it already I'm acting too shady
My flow like the 80's I know they gonna hate me
Gotta get greedy I gotta stay
be trash
I miss when they would call me, "Cash"
Pound my door, it's gonna bash
I run away, Im playing track
I'm crying now, I'm making tracks
Now how
in the heat, baby, just tell me no
If you wanna dance, baby, then we can
If you wanna dance, baby, if you wanna dance, baby
Tryna keep it low, tryna
baby, baby, baby
I'm gonna be your loving man
You're gonna take one look at my hand
And slow it, slow it down
Over your castle sand
Whoo! Yeah
I'm gonna
Excuse me while I throw another baby bash on the bell, he said:
I like a chick who gets on her knees and begs
But no reason they can't adequately season
I feel it get crunk and take control like Janet
When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it
night smoke a big fat blunt
And I'm never gonna stop until I get fucked up
Califa Thugs comin at you
And it just don't stop
Where got the fine bicthes
gm
Get em Elam
Baby, pick em clean
Jordan Poyer Micah Hyde
Tandem safety certified
Bash em boogie
Boogie Bashem
Bashem till they petrified
Parading in
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
West Side Homies on the track you know whats
World gonna end in fire n ice
But I'm too flashy, I'm too nice
If baby want it she just say the price
She gonna cut up on me
While she roll her eyes,
it fo and a instant hater
I'ma lay it down like a baby ready to nap
'cause I'ma trill nigga ready to clap, now wats up
I slap a nigga scope him with
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