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Baby Bash – Shorty Doowop

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Shorty Doowop
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Tha Smokin’ Nephew (2003)

[Chorus:]
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
Yea that’s my shorty doowop
And I can’t wait to be alone with you

I bet you never seen a shorty so fly
Pushin candy paint with the chrome choppin by
Throwin up player wave to my riders on the block
They all show love to my shorty doowop
In a juicy fruit jeans love that 315s
Livin every fantasy and ghetto girl dreams
Watchin swinging bang and she in another corner
Lookin way cool comin through with the doshure
Now after two honey blunts I discovered the buzz
I’m call her shorty she gonna call me love
And through the thick of it all
She excepted collect calls
When the daddy got caught up by the law

[Repeat chorus]

For real though, for real though, for real though
She the girl in the movie and I’m the hero
Stuck with me when I violated p-role
And came up when she started with zero
Baby Bash Latino Robert Denero
She got with me cuz her hubby was a weird-o
And yes sir she lookin so mighty mighty
Love me cuz I’m fresh and clean and so tighty
And theres a piece to the puzzle, the grind, the hustle
Respect when I’m good and love me when I’m in trouble
And yes sir, oh no, and yes sir she lookin so throw

[Repeat chorus]

I can’t wait to be alone with you
Cuz you the only boo who do the freaky things you do
You keep me feelin high you keep my drama low
Yea I’m your shorty boy but you already know

[Repeat chorus]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – No Way Jose

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : No Way Jose
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Super Saucy (2005)

Say I ain’t got time

[Akon]
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin’ by
(Said ain’t got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin’ by
(Man ain’t got time) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin’ by
(Pass me by) Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin’ by
(’Cuz I gotta’ be on my way) On my way
(Ain’t got time to play) Time to play
(I can’t go broke another day) Broke another day
(No way Jose) No way Jose (’Cuz I ain’t got no time)

[Bash]
My lifestyle so cold, holla’ for the gold
Some say I’m too drunk, some say I’m too blowed
And rollin’ wit’ kilos and stackin’ them C-Notes
Watchin’ my cheese grow and blowin’ on trees dawg
And I really can’t help it I’m a gifted at timin’ gorilla grindin’ no time for groupies or freestylin’
Want it green as a gecko I’m respectful to some of ya’ll
But some of ya’ll be frontin’ I don’t owe s**t to none of ya’ll
I got bills to comprehend, popo’s be poppin’ in
Waitin’ and watchin’ when, they can take my block in
Comin’ in in all the traffic supplyin’ they bad habits
The game is gettin’ graphic but man I got to have it
Some love a drug addict
But it ain’t no excuse
I got these money mackin’ skills I’mma put ‘em to use
And I ain’t doin’ too much, ya’ll just ain’t doin’ enough
And I refuse to let a so-called ruin my stuff

[Bash]
I’m movin’, and got nothin’ to say
‘Cuz 24 hours ain’t enough time in a day
So time doesn’t exist and I’m watchin’ my wrist
If a peck on the cheek mean death watch for the kiss
Take time under pressure
By any means or measure
Remember one’s trash is another man’s treasure
Buisness befo’ pleasure I’m disciplined and I’m focused
Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest
I’m in the trenches face down in the game bruh
And can’t nobody know my real name bruh
Livin’ in the season they killin’ fo’ no reason
And if I make it past 30 then I’m over achievin’
Believin’ in the truth, believin’ in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day
In the truth, in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day

[Bash + (Akon)]
One day, I’mma get it together
One day, I’mma get it together
(’Cuz I’mma get it together)
One day, I’mma get it together
One day, I’mma get it together
(Oh, I’mma get it together)
One day, I’mma get it together
One day, I’mma get it together
(Yeah, I’mma get it together)
One day, I’mma get it together (I’mma get it together)
One day, I’mma get it together
(’Cuz I’mma get it together, gotta get it together, gotta get it together
Been grindin’ forever, it’s time that I get it together, get it together, yeah,
Get it together, get it together said I’ll get it together)

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Feeling Me

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Feeling Me
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Tha Smokin’ Nephew (2003)

[Chorus: Russell Lee]
She’s in love with a hustla
She don’t be messing with them s**kas
Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on
And I know that she be feeling me

[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustla, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don’t mess with s**kas
Sleep all day, and grind all night
Living in the fast lane, the game’s nothing polite
So I’m laced up tight, cause I ain’t into lagging
She love to watch me in the mirror when I’m doing my stabbing
And she ain’t into punks, giving em bruises and bumps
And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts
That’s real talk, coming from a real hog on the block
She love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks
And even though sometime, it might seem strange
She wouldn’t trade it in, with none of she thangs

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
Well now she might of caught my a** like once or twice
But she’d rather stick with me, instead of rolling the dice
Cause she know I’m official, so why take a chance
And end up with a over jealous s**ka romance
Love to see me get the lap dance every now and then huh
Never f**k around with her stripper girlfriends huh
Now that’s living like, who’s the boss
Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce
Even though she approached by them big time ballas
She ain’t having that cause ain’t another like papa
And her parents just don’t understand What kind of man she in love with,
But she don’t give a d*mn

[Chorus]

One day we gone get it together
One day we gone keep it together – [4x]

[Chorus - 2x]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Don’t Disrespect My Mind

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Don’t Disrespect My Mind
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Tha Smokin’ Nephew (2003)

[Low G]
Ghetto Soldier, I’m representin’ from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin’ dope, only my God knows
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive
I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz
Hell is soft, I kept it real from the f**kin’ start
I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty
I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried
Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home
It aint much, but its something I can call my own
I go to war at any times, at any place
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry
What the f**k you on my block, if you ain’t cool with me
You crossed the line, ain’t no time to press rewind
I caught you slippin’ cause I heard that you dropped a dime
On my perro, now he doin’ twenty-five to life
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my f**kin’ car
Ghetto clothes, but I’m feeling like I’m ghetto far

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Don’t disrespect my mind – don’t disrespect my clika

[Baby Bash]
A maggots gon’ be a maggot, faggot’s gon’ be a faggot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it’s tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
Looked at the wounded and all 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 weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, like I was +Lionel Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
so get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
You f**kin punk, that’s why I don’t f**k with you
Cock strong, pretty boy but don’t get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin’

[Chorus]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – What Happened To That Boy

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : What Happened To That Boy
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Baby (talking with echo)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot’ ‘em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherf**ker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke’ll leave plastic
Get off the border motherf**ker
Come on little’n handle your business for me boy

[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking s**t we put a clap into that boy

[Malice]
Whoa…Yeah…Malicious…Yeah
I heard they snitchin’ on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young’n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I’m worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the b**ch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the b**ch up severely
I’m know for the flip of that coke I ener
I’m heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit ‘em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I’m the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
B**ch! Clipse and Cash Money who ain’t rich
Don’t compare me to you nigga you ain’t this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Aye…Aye…Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye…
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff ‘em up, let ‘em up b**ch)
Been s**ttin’ up bricks unload ‘em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
S**t one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don’t go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin’ on the toilet b**ch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon’ rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci s**t
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I’ll show a little somethin’
They callin’ you don’t come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pusha T]
Ughhh…Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh…The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin’ wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that s**t that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster…Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I’m dreamin’ kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin’ fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus (2x)]

[Baby (talking)]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bulls**t
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**ker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let’s get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin’, coke’ll leave plastic b**ch
Get money motherf**ker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin’ but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherf**ker

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

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