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believe what I saw
As I turned on the t.v. this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice
Yeah, Yeah
Baby

Stop pressurin' me just stop
on
And I know that she be feeling me

[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
know you love the way it's going down!)
I hit up a green light crossing and I am passing
On the road to riches, 4 by 4 riding over ditches
Next with
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
on, girl, let's spend the night, oh
Baby Bash
Keith Sweat
Felli Fel
Mmm, yeah
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin



now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
be
When you have games to play

I'm gettin' tired of this crazy bone
It's like suckin' blood from a stone
Well tell me where, where
Is the taste I used
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
on, girl, let's spend the night, oh
Baby Bash
Keith Sweat
Felli Fel
Mmm, yeah
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
the baby's filled with lovin' 
na na 

Nah nah nah... 

My love can move mountains 
My faith is walking by you like a dog 
(ruff ruff ruff...) 
Be
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
to deal with the pain
At an early age, smokin' dolja, mane had to maintain
Take the strain off the brain, focus my thoughts on the game
Put myself in
the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep supporting my
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
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
Wolves out, baby

My barrel lean like thorazine
Like reverend king, cream like
Cartel spark reel, y'all in the mezzanine
Women at the shot ball,
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion

What's
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
hella bold
but I make no progress, never reachin no goals
my potnas they used to, smash and bash
talkin trash wit no remorse cappin on my raps
even
what baby I was thinkin bout you too.
You know what I'm sayin?
I like you a lot and I was hoping I could see you tonight.

I'm in this dice game.
Silkk