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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 – Baby I’m Back

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Baby I’m Back
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Super Saucy (2005)

[Intro - Akon & Baby Bash]
Hoooo
Yeah
Said everything that you want me to I’ll do it
Tell me what the word is already [x4]

[Chorus - Akon]
Don’t look no farther!
Baby im back (yeah)
I’m here to cater to you (anything you want me to, I’ll do it)
Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover)
Ill be your best friend
Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill do it)

[Baby Bash]
Now im back in a flesh
Feelin so blessed, back in your corner suga, suga don’t stress
Forget about the rest; let’s go inside, im back in your zone
Baby im back in your vibe, now I cant be denied I can lie im on ya
I never ever wanna say sayonara
Some body told me that the grass was greener
On the other side andale arriba
Never really used to be a mean to cheat her
What I gotta do to be your keeper
These words comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
I was gone for a minute but now im home,
Please forgive me for being a rolling stone,
Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome,
Get off the phone till he swears to leave me alone,
Let my spark your interest, now there’s no more dating on the internet,
Cause you already know how I get it wet, how I get it so saucy and I get respect,
You don’t have to look no farther, you dealin with the whole enchilada
You don’t have to look no farther, you hotter than a fire starter

[Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
I was gone for a minute, (oooohhh) [repeat x4]
Now im back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat x4]

[Chorus x2]

Credit to : Baby Bash 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 – 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

B5 – How You Not Gonna

B5 Lyrics
Song : How You Not Gonna
Artist : B5
Album : Don’t Talk, Just Listen (2007)

(you say) you don’t have time (time)
To worry bout where i be going
I’m on the grind (grind) making moves
Its about to start showing
We gonna be fine (fine)
I want you around when the chips start flowing (ah)
Don’t stop rolling, (because) cause i be rolling

[Pre-chorus:]
If you deserve the world that’s what I’m gonna give
Do you thank me even or lately they tell me your leaving
I’m not believing all the rumors hating they all permissive

[Chorus (x2):]
Your hair skin lips touch
Everything about you just
Invites me excites me to wanna see
You happy girl
Cars house cash you see
All expensive jewelry
I got it you can grab it
So how u not gonna have it

You don’t have time (time) to just wait up for me
Girl i need you to be right (right) in my corner
Every step of the way no we gonna be fine (fine)
I want you around when the chips start flowing (ah)
Don’t stop rolling, (because) cause i be rolling

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus x6]

Credit to : B5 Lyrics on Ringtones Z