Baby

If it's a boy, his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine

And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma, she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made from the love we made

Yeah, yeah

Yo, aye-yo, I ran up on the corner

Popped up on her like, what?

She pulled her shirt down, smiled

Tryna hide her butt

I said, Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that

Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that

Us boys like 'em thick, short, weaves, curls, braids

I take 'em buck fifty, sixty with them thick legs

We can sail it out

Five nights, six days

Boat cruise, wardrobe, flights, everything's paid

If I'm aggressive, just pardon my gangsta

I just wanna get to know you

Get to show you

The way I move, that's part of my gangsta

Like art yo, I can sit you down and paint cha

Plus my stove game's up

No red meat, but having you in my cypher right now

Makes me feel complete

Like a baby going night-night

Sucking on his baby bottle

You in a class by yourself

All them chicks follow

If it's a boy, his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine

And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma, she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made, from the love we made (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yo, she cook and clean

Matter of fact, she saved my life

When I'm outdoors, she check and see if I'm alright

I'm okay babe, how're you?

I'm alright, just that baby's kickin'

I want some Popeye chicken

And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting

Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it

And I need some, don't be fresh, girl

You know I can't help it, baby, it's the best, girl

Yeah, that's my joy love strawberry shortcake

Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight

That's the reason why I got two court dates

Grown brother like me let his thing blaze for that

I was raised in the Stat

That's my word

I'll pluck something if you front of my bat

And my name ring, round the way, girl

She the sweetest thing

I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names

If it's a boy, his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine (Just like mine)

And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma, she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made, from the love we made (Ghostface Killah-Killah)

Yeah, yeah (Let me talk to 'em, Radio Raheem)

I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known

Like a kiss on the collarbone

I wanna be ya best friend

Your homie and your king

And bring to fruition all of your dreams

And so you're having my baby

So stay forever my lady like Jodeci

Now push (Push) harder (Harder)

I'd rather you be wifey than to be your baby father

If it's a boy, his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine

And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma, she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made from the love we made (Love we made)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

If it's a boy, his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine

And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma, she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made from the love we made

Yeah, yeah