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Baby Bash – What Is It

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : What Is It
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

[Baby Bash in background]
[Sean Kingston] Bash
[Baby Bash] Tell me, what it do
Tell me, what it do
[Sean Kingston] Kingston (What is it)
[Baby Bash] What
What
What is it
[Sean Kingston] Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

[Chorus:]
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Let me see you go mama, go mama
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
[Baby Bash] What is it
[Sean Kingston] Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
[Baby Bash] What is it, what, what
What is it, what is it

[Repeat Chorus]

[Baby Bash]
[Verse 1]
I’m a holler back, then I pop my collar back
Girl, I see that
Da-da-da, dunk
I want all of that, follow that
Train man, follow that caboosey
Ain’t nathin’ in the world
Like some thick, and some juicy
She going downtown, cause her favorite DJ’s spinnin’
I’m all up in the door, so I’m already winnin’
I got a lot of women, but I’m way too choosey
And then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy
On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy
It must be raining dollars, cause she lookin’ so gravy
Sophisticated lady, pop it to the end, what it do
What the busi’, baby girl, tell me what’s happenin’, what’s happenin’

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
She move like she dancing on YouTube
The kind of chica that you really ain’t used to
Dame lo, dame lo, mami, shoot through
In my ear, talkin’ ’bout, I’m a do you

[Verse 2]
Everyone top-notch it
Everybody watch it
Ain’t no punk, when she pop, lock and drop it
Straight show stop it
Watching me perform
Got the Cyclone ringtone on the phone
I feel it on my body, baby, girl, I’m in the zone
Must be the goose mixed with a little ‘Tron
She make it happen, Cap’n, feeling on me
We in the billin’ and we feeling like wee

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Hook: Sean Kingston]
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
What-da-da-dang
What-da-da-da-dang, hey
Listen to the sound, everybody go (Go)

[Repeat Hook]

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – The Thrill Is Gone

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : The Thrill Is Gone
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain’t like they use to be baby girl you’re losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

Well now the thrill is long gone
The feelin is all wrong
Got me feelin uncomfortable all in my own home
And your ring tone song deleted from my phone
And damn I use to love that song when it came on

And no this ain’t about no new company
It’s just time for you to do you and me to do me
And you know, and you know
That I know, that I know
That we don’t belong together no more

And even though the memories still make me wanna believe
The facts I gotta face em
It’s over it’s history
Cause you know
We gotta breath and I don’t wanna deceive
A lie or get it twisted so baby I gotta leave.

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain’t like they use to be baby girl you’re losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you, do you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone

Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock
When the loven was so hot
Good to the last drop
And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time
Wait before the tears and the years on the grind

Now you lookin at me crazy every time you hear my phone ring
Use to get along better back when we was homies
Use to keep it low key now we fight in public
Argue about anything and every single subject

So now I think it’s better if we just keep it movin
I won’t trip off you and you won’t trip off what I’m doin

Cause baby this ain’t crackin like it use to be
I think you just got a little use to me

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain’t like they use to be baby girl you’re losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone

Well now I wish there was a way I could turn back the clock
When the loven was so hot
Good to the last drop
And I wish there was a way I could rewind the time
Wait before the tears and the years on the grind

I don’t wanna say it but you know what I’m thinking
And we should be apart
Now it’s over like a holiday
I don’t wanna say it but you know what I’m thinking
And we should be apart
Now it’s over

I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?
Things ain’t like they use to be baby girl you’re losing me
I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to
Baby after all of that I don’t think I’m coming back
Tell me what would you do, you do, you do?

The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone, the thrill is gone, the thrill is gone,
The thrill is gone

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Supa Chic

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Supa Chic
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

I’ll be your supa chic
I’ll be your supa chic

Woo

One of them one’s
J to the R
J to the R

Super duper, super bad, super fly
Super duper, super bad, super fly

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be as quick as can be

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain’t know who they foolin’ with

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain’t know who they foolin’ with

Hold up, let’s get it right
I ain’t got no kryptonite
But I bet I spent a grip tonight
Let’s dip and hit the strip to night
We only live once and we ain’t pushin the daisies
__, put your cape on and save me
She said, “Shorty, where your body hurt?”
Fresh off Bath and Body Works
She smell so good and edible
Her super love is incredible
Them super villains gon’ hate it
‘Cause they love is overrated
Misery loves company
So I guess we keep them motivated

Look up in the sky
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
Your love is super strong that will never ever change

Now uh, oh, oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh
Ne-eh-eh-ever

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be as quick as can be

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain’t know who they foolin’ with

I need a supa chic
Your love is supa sick
Your supa powers
They ain’t know who they foolin’ with

Now swanging, banging in the diamond lane
Keep paid off this rhyming thang
Candy-coated __
I keep my honeys shining, man
I’m looking for my supa chic
Driving around in my supa whip
Super tight and super thick
Hold me tight with that supa grip

Look up in the sky
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
Your love is super strong that will never ever change

Now uh, oh, oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh
Ne-eh-eh-ever

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be as quick as can be

I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I need my supa chic

I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I love my fenny, fenny
And you all ready, ready
I need my supa chic

I’ma be your get tonight
Promsie, boy, no kryptonite
I’ma set you free
You’ll have a supa friend in need

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be

Whatever you want, whatever you need
Call me, yeah
And I’ll be there for you (as quick as can be)
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
I’ll be your super chic
And I’ma be as quick as can be

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Spreewells Spinnin’

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Spreewells Spinnin’
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

[Baby Bash]
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up

[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’ on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’ on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop

[Pre-Verse: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
On chrome
My spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’

[Verse 1: Queenie]
You know the
Ese keep right, I ain’t playin’ with that
Belly
Coup, drop down, why you see the Spreewells spin
Ese choppin’ it up
Got the Henny in the cup
Clean white tee, (guns) tucked, and I ain’t givin’ (a f**k) (Uh uh)
Pink diamonds for the wifey, fifteen carots for the soldiers
Truck glowed to the (white), two point two, pearly boulders
And I’m still sunned out
Moon roof
To the back, (blunt) fill a (kush), blowin’ it out
Rob jewels like electric guitars
(Gang) signs to the sky
Like I’m tryin’ to shoot the stars
And when I say what I do, when I say, what I done
You don’t wanna see me back the (gun), ese (gun cocked)
And my

[Pre-Chorus: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
My spreewells spinnin’
My spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’
On chrome

[Chorus: (Queenie slowed down in background)]
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Now that’s some comin’ with them Playa Made Mexicans
That’s Baby Bash, on that a*s, stackin’ presidents
Some call it feddi, scrilla, cash, money, Benjamins
I’m in the zone, off that chrome, in your residents
Look like I’m skatin’
Big, ballin’ and heavy weightin’
The trunk
Rattlin’
Look at that
The speaker’s quakin’
And I ain’t fakin’ like half
The rappers in the nation
So many trees, look at the leaves, that I be rakin’
And like inflation, I’m bubblin’ up to get the bacon
With a pound of (dank) and a gang of drank, why y’all procrastinatin’
I’m off the cover
Yeah
A fighter and a lover
You want some sauce, come see ya boss
About some butter

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Hook: Baby Bash]
Chop, chop
You know it don’t stop
The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
I stay ride and clean, am droppin’ screens
Yell, “The diamonds all on my ring”
Keep some styled on my team
(Heats) are under my driver seat
Dabbin’, spinnin’, like my head
After I done popped a necks
Lucky, yeah, I’m from the wreck
Tell ‘em folks to cut a check
Lights to get my floss on
(Nigga), I’m a boss, hun
Ten thousand on chrome
Paper grew and got long
Ain’t (s**t) rented, boy I pimpin’, been pimpin’
My rims pay for (f**kin’) A.O.B.
In H-Town, or on Richmond, gettin’ chippers out a stripper
Mex’cans stayed throwed, and the game ain’t free
Wheels spin like ceiling fans, woodgrain up in my hands
.45 to the sand, pocket full of Benjamins

[Chingo Bling]
You see those ?? tires (Chingo Bling, (culero))
You don’t want no beef with mine and snap
Doo-doo-doo

[Verse 4: Chingo Bling]
This ain’t no Bappin’ Ape shoes, this is Chingo Bling boots
Your baby mama wippin’ down my wetback with tissues
Bought a old school
Had to throw some orange on that hoe
Bought a eighteen wheeler, had to throw some birds on that hoe
Ese like that
Fifth wheel, on relax
Slangin’ muscle like (crack)
Last name, on the back
Got the four fours spokin’
Candy paint soakin’
H-Town to Mexico
Backed up to Oakland
At night time, I’m loc’in’
I got my cowboy hat
Grillin’ women, stove and oven
Maza, I’m a double that
They lookin’ for me cause they don’t like beaners
How much nalga can I pull, if I ride these spinners

[Queenie in background]
[Chingo Bling] Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing
The largest rims
In all of North America
[Queenie] On chrome
My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’ (My Spreewells spinnin’)
And my trunks on pop (Spinnin’, spinnin’ on chrome)
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
On chrome
On chrome

[Repeat Hook Twice]

[Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’
On chrome

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Numero Uno

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Numero Uno
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

[Kookie]
“I’m the one”
“I’m the one”
“I’m the one”
“Oh, no, no”
“I’m the one”
“I’m the one”
“I’m the one”
“Oh, no, no, baby”

[Verse 1 - Baby Bash]
It’s the numero
Uno, number one chulo
Ridin’ on the slab, with a top notch cool, oh
Everybody you know, say they do it big
Bros do it real sumo, that’s what it is
I’m a Dope House profit, s**kers can’t stop it
They might got muscle, but they got no logic
And I got a big heart, by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin’ (Ugh!)
Now stir that up and add it up
From Mexico to Canada
Professional, no amateur
And you gon’ bust two times, when I smack it up
Then beat it up
Then spank it up
Til the (motherf**kin’) DJ crank it up
I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line
Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time

[Break: Kookie (Baby Bash slowed down)]
“I’m the one” (Numero uno…)
“I’m the one” (Numero uno…)
“I’m the one” (Hold up, hold up…)
“Oh, no, no”
“I’m the one” (Numero uno…)
“I’m the one” (Numero uno…)
“I’m the one” (Hold up, hold up…)
“Oh, no, no, baby”

[Verse 2]
Now you can go
Black, or you can go white
You can go red or brown, but it still ain’t right
If the sauce ain’t tight, and the swag ain’t cripsy
With that bulls**t, you can’t miss me
Crissy Lizzy’s, don’t get nathin’
They about drama, I’m about bakin’
Never would I fake, cause I just don’t purr
Ten thousand square feet, and you ain’t even gotta work (Ugh!)
Cause I’m the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one
Space fly like a punk rock Jetson
Always down to holla, holla, let’s bet one
The one your mama told you, “Baby, go get one”

[Hook: Baby Bash]
Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don’t miss the jet
Uh
Extra menace, no disrespect
Uh
Hop on, don’t miss the jet
Yee!

[Repeat Break]

[Verse 3]
I tips and dips in Cadillacs (Cadillacs)
And I don’t even trip off battle raps (Battle raps)
Blow so much purp’, I get asthma attacks (Asthma attacks)
Find this thick little mami, and I handle that (Ugh!)
By the way, I’m ’bout these collar greens (Yeah)
Sqaures don’t know, that’s what dollar means (Uh uh)
Straight up out that Valley Jo/Vallejo
H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro
Yee!

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z