[Baby Beesh]
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Fo sho..
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Pass that sweet nigga
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And quit bumpin' yo gums
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See that shit you be barkin' mayne
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I already done
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At least twice mutha fucka
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Bling-blingin' some ice
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The dope game hall of fame
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I'm in like Jerry Rice
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Money fanatic
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This nigga known for shootin' sparatic
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Automatic wit the gadget
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Lettin' them suckas have it
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Like magic, "Abra Cadabra"
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Squash the chitter chatter
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Your blatter is fin to splatter
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When these hollow points scatter
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Oh he bald headed, tatted up
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And got his swole on
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Gang-banged out
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Rowdy than get his roll on
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Plus he think he hard cuz he just got out the pen
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Think I give a fuck
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I put hands on that man
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I'm from the shoulders
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Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters
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Smoke wit the smokers
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Servin' all you sodas
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From border to border
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Blaze your quarter on the freeway
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I got your mama and your sister havin' 3-ways
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Give a fuck nigga!
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I'm not trippin'
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Baby Bash-a-reeny
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What the fuck is you sippin'?
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Pimpin' the hood chicken
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Mayne, it's off the Richter
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Got the game locked like a boa constrictor
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[Mr. Kee]
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Boy I stay saved out like a playa should
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Nigga don't smash out to a whole 'nother hood
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Late night, plane flight
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With a quart of G's
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Black-N-Brown, Ryda Thugz
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Keep it all to the good mayne
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Still colla poppin'
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Still feddy clockin'
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Gotta keep this shit knockin'
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Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin'
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Game tight stitch like a brand new fit
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Like a drop top cad
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With an all chrome kit
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Top notch bitch who will low-cat trip
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Gotta treat 'em all the same
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Get 'em off my dick
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Shiftin' the fifth
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And shake them haters
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Cuz they be doin' too much
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It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
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Wit soldiers ready to bust
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But the ruger keep rudely
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Spittin' slugs be hittin'
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Tryin' to act hard
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But your sharp as a kitten
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Cup cake nigga
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Fake ass wigga
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West Side Ryda stays unforgiven
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Women and cash
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But the past ain't my style
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Spinnin' out of control
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Like I'm diggin' my own grave
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But I get paid
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Gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle
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Chorus: [Baby Beesh]
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Cuz I'm a quarterback
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I smoke a quarter sack
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Bash-a-reeny fettuccine
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Mayne I told you that
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Cuz I'm a quarterback
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I smoke a quarter sack
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Bash-a-reeny fettuccine
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Mayne I told you that
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Ugh get your gritz on
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Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on
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Get your gritz on, get your gritz on
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Playboy get your gritz on
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Quarterback
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Baby Bash |