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Baby Bash – Trees

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Trees
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Super Saucy (2005)

[Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust]
Let’s take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami
Let’s take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia
Let’s take it out to Cali, daddy, to California
Let’s take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers
Cause I love ‘em all
In and out of the mall
In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought
What, ever it be
Cash or currency
Mami can take picture, I promise to say “Trees!” (Trees!)

[Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust]
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let’s take it down to Texas, where they be gettin’ wreckless
Dirty dirt
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let’s take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado
Here we go
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let’s take it overseas to France and Germany
On the radio
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Sugar, it’s on me, forget what the cost be
Shake ya thang, now

[Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)]
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang
They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!)
Autograph
V-Town, all the phat
Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached
Off to Sweden, I was leavin’ them with horn attacks
Somebody gets to clownin’ and we all of that [laughing]
This muh’f**ker got jokes
On the way
To the show
With my folks
Na-da-da-da-da
From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray
Tejas, where the trill players don’t play
To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight
Here’s a sneak peak
For your a*s when the time’s right

[Repeat Chorus & Hook]

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn
Mami over there’s off that chingy-chang, chang
Where you from
Cali, they do the damn thang
I’m a take ya to Texas
Where they slow it down, mayne
Forget crackin’, screw and chop it, to make a profit
Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers
Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk
Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?)
They ain’t ready for what’s about to happen
?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan
Dite, que venga
I got the Latins on lock
From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin’ they can’t stop (Como!)

[Repeat Chorus & Hook]

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

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Looks Like A Job 4…

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Looks Like A Job 4…
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherf**ker, holla at your boy nigga
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherf**ker!

[Chorus]
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin’ so fly and somethin’ so slick
24’s, 28’s, got to be better, 18’s never, nigga whatever
It’s the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
I’m a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada s**t
Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga if it ain’t money it can’t beat me
That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
But I’m so so cool and I’m so so ooh
Get outta line watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house and I ran in the building
Them people was comin, “Hands up!” ya feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m the bird of the nest
The shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that’s tryin’ to eat
Nobody move me cause I be who I be
The Uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin’ average
Never got married but I’m lovin’ Ms. Gladius
Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
I’m a boss nigga
Nothin’ less, two boats no cost nigga
Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
“F**k it, pitch in nigga!” and don’t f**k with them chickens man
Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
Live this life like you don’t give a f**k nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly s**t, that Prada and Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
And whether thats snow or white mink on me
See I’m hustlin’ leathers and I’m chasin’ cheddars
That’s Eminem’s b**ch, it gets no better
With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
See I’m iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
But it’s the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it’s the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
26’s, 28’s, it’s the Birdman

[Chorus 3X]

[Baby in the background of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, you understand?
Birdman baby
Oh yeah, you’re becoming my kind of a bird
You understand nigga?
Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you b**ch
I’m comin’ to your hood boy, I’m flyin’ too
18’s is better, never nigga, 24’s, 28’s, I’m singing nigga
You understand this biatch?
Get rid of it little daddy
You understand?
Birdman motherf**ker!
You know, you gots to hate me nigga
Bird call b**ch
Let’s get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
Yeah, that’s how you lace me nigga!
I’m lovin’ it!
Hey Lil’ Weezy, Papa doin’ his thang nigga!
Later boy, BMJ out!
Let’s get this money baby
CMR nigga!

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

B5 – Rockstar

B5 Lyrics
Song : Rockstar
Artist : B5
Album : Don’t Talk, Just Listen (2007)

[Chorus: Kelly]
I got my girl, I want your girl, I got his girl, Im a get they girl.
Im a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)
I got new kicks, I got new whips, on some new shit, wanna do it.
with a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)

[Verse 1: Patrick]
I said hey there missy,
whats ya digits, you look just like a model, no trippin. If you dont know they call me young
Pat baby, you bout to kick it with a rockstar lady.
Im a rockstar.
He a rockstar.
you a rockstar.
we some rockstars.
you see a look like that can get ya backstage, first class tickets, and all expense paid.

[Chorus: Kelly]
(Pat, shows, Kellz, cash, cars, clothes, everybody knows)
Im a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)

[Verse 2: Dustin]
Hey there shawty,
whats the business, chill with me and we can get lifted, by the way they call me Dustin
shawty, bout to put you in the spotlight shawty.
Im a rockstar.
He a rockstar.
you a rockstar.
we some rockstars.
If you wanna be famous meet me backstage, im finna treat ya mine, despite them ex.

[Chorus: Kelly]
I got my girl, I want your girl, I got his girl, Im a get they girl.
Im a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)
I got new kicks, I got new whips, on some new shit, wanna do it.
with a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)

(black and beas vibes baby)

[Bridge: Kelly]
Im a rockstar.
He a rockstar.
you a rockstar.
we some rockstars.

[Chorus x2: Kelly]
I got my girl, I want your girl, I got his girl, Im a get they girl.
Im a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)
I got new kicks, I got new whips, on some new shit, wanna do it.
with a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)

I got my girl, I want your girl, I got his girl, Im a get they girl.
Im a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)
I got new kicks, I got new whips, on some new shit, wanna do it.
with a rockstar (without a damn guitar)
Im a rockstar (I dont need no damn guitar)

see im a worldwide rockstar, im a rockstar. aye we got MTV in the hood baby, we just dont
watch BET. I dont even play the guitar, and im still a rockstar.yea we got Pat …, uh huh,
were about done with this stuff, yea were about done in this booth man, yea when im done …,
were onna walk out, uh huh do it real big baby, yea B5 we some mother f***ing rock stars, …
are rockstars.

Credit to : B5 Lyrics on Ringtones Z