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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 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 – 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 – 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