(feat. Grimm, Lucky Luciano, Rasheed)
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[Chorus: Baby Bash]
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Step in the club like it ain't no thang (No thang)
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Sittin' on the bar while I sip on drank (On drank)
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Girl wanna holla, tryin' to run that game (That game)
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I just, want a freak that ain't got no shame (No shame)
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
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I'm a blast off like a damn Houston rocket
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Roll around town, with some dank in my pocket
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Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it"
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Punk bootleggers, man, they fuckin' off my profit
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Dip up in the club, and she eyeballin' me
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Remind me of the breeze from Terminator 3
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Think ya nasty
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She the hoe extravaganza
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Gloss when I floss, I'm the boss like Tony Danza
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Puttin' hands on, motherfuckers actin' up
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Give me fifty feet, better back the fuck up
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Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-Town
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Look at Low-G, got a fool beat down (Beat down)
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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[Verse 2: Rasheed]
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Downtown, Super Bowl XXXVIII (Eight)
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In the clutz city of no pity, movin' weight (Weight)
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Case to get in state
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Keep me in the G manner (Manner)
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All my homies roll like Tony Montana (Tana)
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Listen to the law, jab and jaw off on a scanner (Scanner)
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Sippin' purple hawk, startin' bangin' David Banner (Banner)
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Money in the Benz, but I'm layin' in the 'Llac ('Llac)
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Stomach so swoll', throwin' up in the back [retching]
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She was fine, yes sir, she was trill
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Plus she had a pocketfull of colorful pill (Man, CHILL!)
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Bring heat through your whole crew flannel (Flannel)
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Crooked, them chickens put on a Food Channel (Channel)
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Roll with the pimps, y'all, naw, I'm not a baller (Baller)
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Teller bought the cities like a blue Nightcrawler
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Call her on the celly, with my jelly, meet the mami at the tele
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Roll the fatty, jump in the ride and disappear like Machavelli
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What
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
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Man, I step in the club like it ain't no thang
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On valet park, been drankin' all day
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Paparazzi takin' pictures and the haters lookin' mad
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But the barber's showin' love, and I'm signin' autographs
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Bartender know me, and he know I do the fool
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Everybody in my ear, I'm lookin' like, "Who is you!?"
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Give me fifty and a seas on the rocks for these boys
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Can't stand male groupies, move around with that noise
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I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed
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Find somethin' I can take back to the momo
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Like that, right there, you lookin' good, no doubt
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What you got under that skirt, what you talkin' 'bout
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I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done
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They wouldn't let me on stage, they said I was drunk
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But it's about to be two, girl, tell me if you ready
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Let's sip champagne in my jacuzzi at the tele
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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[Verse 4: Grimm]
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My cup got sip in my soda
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I don't give a fuck, don't tip my shit over
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Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rover
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Paul got 'em all, lookin' over they shoulder
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Tuggin' on dro, got smoke in my windpipe
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Boys wanna know, 'bout my hoes and my pimp life
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Nigga, what it is, what it was, what it been like
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Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries
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Hand's so skin tight
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Dance's so freak like
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Notch after notch, in the club, on a weeknight
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Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight
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Bet this Henessey 'bout to here make her speed right
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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Step In Da Club
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| Baby Bash |
