Baby (feat. Guilty Simpson & Madlib)

Let's go

Turn it up

Live **** throw it up

It's the official, we got the bank for you

Go

You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes

Packin' a thirty-eight snub and a razor blade

Thug shit in a major way

I kick ya dog's ass like a Flava Flav

Thug **** with guns beneath leathers

If you know better, keep your bitch on tether

**** got snow like cold, cold weather

And big money clips 'cause they fold dough better

Yeah, 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 couple of pistols

Got this thick chick Coco from 'Cisco

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

J D in the turnin' lane with your ex 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

That's how it is when we fuck shit up

Keepin' 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 down

Baby, girl, it's only right

Baby, you're the one

Baby, you're the one for me

Baby, yeah

You should be havin' my baby

Turn it up

You should be havin' my baby

It's the official, need to make the wrist glow

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 that

Got your feminine fat, tell me where your friends at

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 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 about dollars?

All my girls always lookin' for me

My kids' mom's always lookin' for me

Stay 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 doughs or sleepin' with hoes

Still my baby, cakes with cakes up on cakes

Hey, where my money at?

Keep a **** 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 on 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