J Dilla - Baby lyrics

rate me

Let's go!

Turn it up... live niggaz throw it up

It's the official, we got the bank for ya...

GO!

You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes

Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh!

Thug shit in a major way

I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav

Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers

If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether

Niggaz got snow like cold cold weather

And big money clips cause they fold dough better

Yeahhh! Packin three cuties in the Hemi

I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami

So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy

I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me

Got a sick flow and a couple of pistols

Got this thick chick Coco in 'Cisco

The same day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom

She got a mouth like a vacuum, uh!

We them boys with the chains on our neck

E'ry five minutes we untanglin them

It's Pay Jay make sure the name on the check

Jay Dee in the turnin lane with ya ex/X, like +Los Angeles+...

... and the nights are scandalous

Thick like big bread basket sandwiches

Choke on that, we smoke on bats

And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat

And leave the shit smokin where the logo at

And the witnesses won't tell po-po jack, uh!

That's how it is when we fuck shit up

(Kill it!) People hoes horny and the blunts lit up

FEEL IT!

Yup, real talk y'all

I met this girl last night, she whispered in my ear like

Baby, you're the one...

Baby, take me home tonight

Baby, lay me doooown...

Baby, girl it's only right

Baby, you're the one...

Baby, you're the one for me

Baby, (yeaaah!)

You should be havin my baby (Turn it up!)

You should be havin my baby

It's the official,

Think it's a disco when I ran Bisco

If you feelin' it, where your Earl Flynn at?

Cut the check, Tim tell em where to send at

That you

Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at

Let's be...

... out ridin high

Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock

They ain't invited unless they gon' drop

You do it how I like it and make it go pop

If all's agreed, we got weed

Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed

Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it

If what y'all doin ain't 'bout dollars?

All my... ("BABY! ") girls always lookin for me

My kids' moms always lookin for me

They lookin good for me

You what? - You gon' stick with her or me?

Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my ("BABY! ")

Always keepin me up on my toes

Unless I'm out creepin on do's or sleepin with hoes

Still my ("BABY!), cakes with cakes upon cakes

(Ay, where my money at?) Keep a nigga spendin papes

Turn it up another notch

Yeah, that's how we doin it

Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE

You know how we do it

We got a special guest in the house

He goes by the name of Dave New York

Dave, we talkin 'bout, hip hop and radio

Dave, where you at with it?

How do I feel about radio hip-hop?

I think it's wack, most of the shit they play is straight GARBAGE!...