Lyrics:
Hey, hey, hold it down, hold it down
Hello baby, I'm glad you called
We got a party goin' on and it's a free for all
I can't quite hear you,
wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation
Put 'em by the basement, bust his chest open
Bash his face
to smoke
No okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by whore lady
Now I
you wanna scream (make you wanna scream)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
Somebody please
flipping
The new to the next, and of course the nextus
The greatest, the grandest, of course you expect this
In cash, boom bash, slash, grammatical
Continual
walks
By the way that he talks this mayne
You can tell he's a part of the game
That man is such a gangsta
Baby Bash CD en første
Ting vi gjorde som var
over
Pills scatter on the floor
Tell your baby mama that I want some more
I got some surprises in store
I'm a rapper so you know I name the car by
respond
I'd probably ask
"Dad why'd you lie?"
But because I was a baby
My response was probably a cry
And ain't that rather fitting
To cry in my daddy's
I'll be stuntin' like my daddy, call me Weezy, do what baby do
Post it at the house, with no money, that's what lazy do
If it's A or B, then multiply
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
Yeah, yeah
I'm a spit some of this real game
Some real shit, some real talk
Na, na, whoa, oh, whoa
Ugh, check my watch, check my chain
It's simple
og Ed Lover baby Yo! MTV
Jeg var liten og spinkel shit jeg va'kke no' G
Mitt navn var MC K min homie var MC D
Bytta ut MC D med min man Mistah Pee
Jeg
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
savoured,
Religion known by the fakes yeah,
Meetings inside haunted places,
Hall road where they speak so fakely,
That it's real to me jafaking,
Tetley
gonna bash your brains
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I got my new bitch a watch, i tried to cuff her
She
Order some food for the kids
It is what it is
Bash don't play that shit
Bash don't play that shit
Ou Ou
Do what you do
Bash don't play by the rules
these NMB streets again
Woo, we could fix the market issue, fam
I been awake, 90's baby like I'm Tommy Pickels
For real, from the Southernmost axis
This is for real cause a young nigga big boss in
This how a young nigga kill it if they pass me young nigga hawk him
864 Baby no need to copy
The way
white shirt got the blood on her tee
I'll lock you up and throw away the key
You won't feel a thing a guarantee
Im a real backstabber
Baby what's
a birthday bash, she brought the drinks, I got the chronic
Keep it real with me, baby girl ain't no need for lying
Tell me what you need, poked that ass out,
a bad thing caressing a fella gently
(What you doing with that?) Smashing her out
Cashing out, throw a baby bash in your mouth
Don't forget to RSVP,
This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
I had some folks trynna kill me
Got niggas thinkin' they is me
I had
Yeah, yeah
I'm a spit some of this real game
Some real s***, some real talk
Na, na, whoa, oh, whoa
Ugh, check my watch, check my chain
It's
get mad cause I'm real and they're jealous
Middle finger up how I feel when I tell this
N-I-C-K-Y plus a G is how you spell it
I got words and a torch
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