Lyrics:
until we eatin'
And Rocky is the best it
Ain't no mother fuckin' secret
Westwood, Westwood what's good?
Freestylin' off the top of the dome baby
A$AP,
you wanna scream (make you wanna scream)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
Somebody please
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
gonna bash your brains
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I got my new bitch a watch, i tried to cuff her
She
a bad thing caressing a fella gently
(What you doing with that?) Smashing her out
Cashing out, throw a baby bash in your mouth
Don't forget to RSVP,
a lot niggas
Im the realest one alive
No be like say them say
I’m the man
You can tell it by yourself
Don’t act like a fan
Baby sit back go along
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
EL-P Speaking:
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
right down to the Woodstock
Can't seem to shake her
Just gonna have to take her
Baby girl you dancing with me in the big screen
You don't gotta be pretty
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
sleep my nigga
I ain't cocky bout my path
That's by no means
Sugar water babies
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams
Poppa was preacher
Mama was teacher
the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothin' he found
By the time this hit the street
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
play bout a onion
Yes I can say what I got I done earned it
Ever since day one fell off I been clutching
One in the head I can die by my lonely
No
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
next spring
When the bash is over, I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I got my trailer picked out, gonna move it down to Grandview
I got this 28 by
slang, poison fang
Poison pen let me begin
Tryin to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin
Freestylin me g, I be buckwilin
You can't even challenge a nigga in
Poet King raps
Now I've done shows with people I've looked up to since back
In the basement by the tracks freestylin with Adam and Zack
I'm attached
out or drop out of classes
Go searching for a heartbeat
Freestylin' while getting drunk
Then realizing music is magic and
Now they all wanna be like me
to run, if they come, I just meet my fate
Why she try leave me, then try fall for him, he don't take her on dates
I'm sad with baby Draco, got him spook
through
You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit you
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
Ass or tits, they asked me
And now I gotta do a freestyle about it
Cause we're freestylin' it for God
For all our people
But you know I'm a little
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