Baby Girl

Baby girl, she's cute, she's fine, she's sexy, she's mine Good heart, real smart, got her head on right Baby girl, all good from the hood Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite Baby girl, gonna mob on the block Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight Baby girl, book a damn good meal And I think we'll blow up like dynamite Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties We can stay in the city, let me play with the kitty Never been a minute man, all day with the kitty Why you think chicks pray to get with me Enough for that, wanted a rough [unverified] smack Chicks cuff my gats, plus my gats Hustle my crack, never juggle my crack Don't trust 'em but fuck 'em What's fucking with that? I'm the ill last trill, last real, last nigga Get mills fast nigga, built the last nigga It's just me and my chicks, give 'em my whips They from a hood near you, ain't gotta get 'em no tricks They don't give me no look unless they spoke to the dick Keep a ride or die chick that like to smoke a spliff Put it all in the air, smoke dro to get I'm drinking H2O, I get you Mo and Cris, yeah Baby girl, she's cute, she's fine, she's sexy, she's mine Good heart, real smart, got her head on right Baby girl, all good from the hood Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite Baby girl, gonna mob on the block Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight Baby girl, book a damn good meal And I think we'll blow up like dynamite I'm a sucka for them ghetto women but I don't love 'em I just love to fuck 'em an' I don't trust 'em You're looking at a hustler, baby That's the reason why you always see me in that new Mercedes When she look at my face she think I'm a baby But she notice my papes and love how I made it It was made to spin, don't help me save it Ma get three of ya friends, let's jump off crazy We can hit L.A. on a private jet, go to the L'Ermitage For some private sex, I'ma smoke some haze You can pop some Ex Just think about tonight and forget the next, girl You know how CMR do, ain't no love Boo Just for our crew, sorry mammie that's just how thugs do Some chicks on their way So it's time to lose you Baby girl, she's cute, she's fine, she's sexy, she's mine Good heart, real smart, got her head on right Baby girl, all good from the hood Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite Baby girl, gonna mob on the block Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight Baby girl, book a damn good meal And I think we'll blow up like dynamite Baby girl, I think I want you on my team Baby girl, let me see you dance Boo & Gotti wanna see you dance Baby girl, don't you wanna ride with me? Tonight you gotta leave your man Baby girl, you gotta understand (Baby girl) I loves them girls that'll hold that work And put they money in they bra and not they purse Gimme brain in the car without saying a word While I ride through the hood getting high as a bird She don't even get mad when I don't answer my phone She just like to brag that she been in my home Love to bounce dat ass when she put on a thong Baby girl, so street I can't leave her alone I like Keisha and Tasha with they summer weaves Lisa sitting on the porch eating sunflower seeds Here I come flossing a Porsche at top speed Of course I get them [unverified] while they stay on their knees I leave them with no voice, only harmony When they hum on these big N U T's 'Cause they into g's, 'cause they into me No wonder my girls, why they envy me? Baby girl, she's cute, she's fine, she's sexy, she's mine Good heart, real smart, got her head on right Baby girl, all good from the hood Stay together, we could blow up like dynamite Baby girl, gonna mob on the block Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight Baby girl, book a damn good meal And I think we'll blow up like dynamite Keep this on [unverified] the hood It's for the ladies right here Yeah Yo, what up Joe? Greg Green Where the meat eater's at? Yeah, yeah Uh Baby girl Baby girl