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Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ice Cold

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ice Cold
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Baby]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, b**ches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle’s microphone)

[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 1]

[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that’s so icey
Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey

[TQ]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I’m the coldest nigga y’all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me

[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I’m so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe

[TQ]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It’s million dollar mob that’s behind me boo
Now watch what the f**k I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, b**ch)

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me why) soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 2]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It’s mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe

[TQ]
I’d ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims

[Baby]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

[TQ]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty

[Baby]
Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest

[TQ]
I’m from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that’s a whole lot of s**t

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]

[Verse 3]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my s**t is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo

[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I’m in the ice cold six four, smoking dro
Balling nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best

[Baby]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear Gucci suits

[TQ]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money making, see ya marra
And we gonna keep balling til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Chorus - Jazze pha]

Fo sure nigga, y’all know who want this ice s**t
For this game nigga, it ain’t no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinning nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, b**ch

Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping
See you stunning, and you talk enough s**t to make a cripple man walk
I’m a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holding down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You ain’t front at all nigga, keep ya head up, b**ch

My brothers in this s**t ya heard me, b**ch, b**ch

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherf**ker, birdcall motherf**ker

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – How It Be

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : How It Be
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Baby]
See the party won’t start ’till I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with ’bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens
Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the jews and jets

[J.D.]
Throw up your sets up your bets
I’m the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I’m grindin’
Nigga hot boys since runnin’ they was singin’
Here we go spendin’ dough s**t you ain’t know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def all hell ’bout to break loose

[Chorus: TQ]
Every city town I go
Y’all know just how it be
When I come threw I shut it down
Cuz ain’t no body bad like me
From the girls in the club that be shakin’ they a**
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money first name is Cash
Y’all know y’all know just how it be

[Baby]
Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin’
When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin
More money more pain three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin money ain’t a thang
Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla)
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini..

[J.D.]
I’m the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town I’m trying to start me a riot
F**k your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and
I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin green light
It’s me and the Birdman ya heard
Please be clear It’s so much stunnin going on in here

[Chorus - repeat 4X]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Heads Up

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Heads Up
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Chorus (Baby)]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

[Lac]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

[Baby]
Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)
Robbing and kidnapping
Lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking – ain’t packing
That tool go to clapping
You hear that “click:pow”
Move out before the “click, click:pow”

[Stone]
Man I don’t like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting

[Lac]
We can drag him to the river Stone

[Stone]
Nah, leave him for Atrice

[Lac]
Look, I’m a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)
I came with the four pounds (pounds)
So f**king let it go down (go down)
I’m tired of them niggas talking
I’m letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking – Cadillac done did em’ awful

[Baby]
He ratting, stooping, b*tching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I’ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)
Its one way in dog – Heads up!
Grab on them K-9 dogs

[Chorus]

[Stone]
Stunna a street nigga, straight up
Make him act as money
And I don’t sleep nigga
I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain’t jacking nothing)
The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)

[Baby]
See I’m a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can’t clip my spots

[Lac]
The Caprice’s on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That’s the mother f**king po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something

[Baby]
Move, move out nigga
They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
Nigga, f**k you!
Heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through

[Chorus]

[Lac]
They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can’t afford to be busted til my money advance
But I’m running with the Birdman – so I’m straight nigga

[Baby]
I’m on the block with the rocks and the 44
Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro’
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

[Stone]
I’m sticking to Tha G-Code – Tees and Bauts
Break it up (?) covered in rocks
Got a b**ch on every exit that’s holding my blocks
And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops
Streets watching – I know that’s why I’m on my s**t
When them people riding with four doors – up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

[Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ghetto Life

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ghetto Life
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the building (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it’s, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain’t speakin G’s, I’m talkin M
And I’m walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don’t cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a f**kin boss up in here
How much it cost for this here?
How much it cost for this year?
Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that’s traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay
I’m raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let’s race it
Real not have me, B I’ma win it, I’m a champ

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what’s crackin before)
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life

[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34’s) when I’m pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It’s just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I’m smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin his life
Get money, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil’ liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I’m stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I’m full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it’s the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I’m a Ghetto Life

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C-Five, Fo’-Fum, and a Seven-Fo’ fever (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo’ fever leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
When I’m in L.A., I got Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let ‘em know)
I told the po to feave her, I’m a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That’s how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)
I’m one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (f**k em)
But, thug s**t dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life

[Cam'Ron talking]
It’s nothin man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what’s good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

[Man talking]
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got ‘em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]
[beat fades]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Do That…

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Do That…
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Intro: P. Diddy]
C’mon now, c’mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let’s go

[Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)

[Baby]
See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong
Twenty four whoooo, mami know too
Ballas come through tha side doo’ wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right
Plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

[P. Diddy talking]
Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

[Baby]
I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too
It ain’t nothin to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings
Birdman drive a red Range

[Chorus: Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance (c’mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)

[P. Diddy]
Now shake it fast, watch yo’self
Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there
Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oooohh, she’s all that
Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Til you steam and you scream, I’m burnin up
On tha scene I seen her doin the b**t
Keep doin what your doin to her, let’s go

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin
Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin
No playin around momma, stop frontin

[Baby]
I see what you doin mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami [bird sounds]
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma
See those? Let’s go
Tell hot get them broads I’ll bring ‘em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo’
Bend ova pop it love, show me what’cha know

[Chorus]

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z