Lyrics
Ah shit
I split your wig then shape it up
Fill it with good things I bring then tape it up
Believe it, it's the beats badderer with the flow
Breaking into instrumental mind states so
Another dollar, another day
Some brothers wanna play, others choose to parlay
Either way it's all good they say
So me, I be lounging youthful like the fountain
The hardcore, our door, bumping out the monitor
Popping the thermometer in the nine fever
I keep a bag of cheeba inside my pocket
So when I feel the urge to get nice, then I spark it
Word to God, this is so real to how I'm living
No doubt they 'bout to catch a bad decision
You can't front, 'cause I'm on a head hunt
All year and all month with the blunt, so what you want?
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out
The original
Baby Pa y'all
A sip of liquor and I become the mic ripper
Wild like the O.J. Simpson trial, pound bigger
Meanwhile I hold the vile style for the comp
To chomp and bite until their heads feel light
I drop a kite to my man 'cause we tight
And think about the things the day had bring in the night
Dreams make me worry if my vision's blurry
So if I feel it in my heart, does that make me smart?
You never know what kind of flavor's in the mission
Money, sex or murder, true facts or fiction
Once the rhyme kicking, then I'm lyric licking
Sticking and moving to the groove that's swooping
Scooping the honey dips, confined with the juicy lips
Jimmy hats for the contagious booty cats
It ain't nothing but the dog like Blackstreet
In the car, in the bed or on the loveseat
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Kick that last verse, come on
Extreme satisfaction with the mic good fashion
And overpass the trash, I just favor with the passion
Certain shit I'm not having
It's not a laughing matter, the style I kick is fatter
People, grab a tight hold, be alerted
The clip is inserted and with accuracy, G I squirted
Perfect timing, dining on rhyming
Flipping the script like that man in The Shining
A natural force of habit sets off the magic
Faggots that want static will have to take drastic
Measures, it will be my pleasure to do you harm
Explosive, my motive, effective like a charm
Word is bond, make no mistakes how I'm baiting
Fakes to undercover jakes, bones break when I demonstrate
Not even too soon or too late
With the nine pound sound vibrating through the ground
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out y'all
Yo, the original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Check it
One time, for the nine pound
Soul Brother Records
Can't forget I.N.I., Deckahortee
And of course the original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
I split your wig then shape it up
Fill it with good things I bring then tape it up
Believe it, it's the beats badderer with the flow
Breaking into instrumental mind states so
Another dollar, another day
Some brothers wanna play, others choose to parlay
Either way it's all good they say
So me, I be lounging youthful like the fountain
The hardcore, our door, bumping out the monitor
Popping the thermometer in the nine fever
I keep a bag of cheeba inside my pocket
So when I feel the urge to get nice, then I spark it
Word to God, this is so real to how I'm living
No doubt they 'bout to catch a bad decision
You can't front, 'cause I'm on a head hunt
All year and all month with the blunt, so what you want?
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out
The original
Baby Pa y'all
A sip of liquor and I become the mic ripper
Wild like the O.J. Simpson trial, pound bigger
Meanwhile I hold the vile style for the comp
To chomp and bite until their heads feel light
I drop a kite to my man 'cause we tight
And think about the things the day had bring in the night
Dreams make me worry if my vision's blurry
So if I feel it in my heart, does that make me smart?
You never know what kind of flavor's in the mission
Money, sex or murder, true facts or fiction
Once the rhyme kicking, then I'm lyric licking
Sticking and moving to the groove that's swooping
Scooping the honey dips, confined with the juicy lips
Jimmy hats for the contagious booty cats
It ain't nothing but the dog like Blackstreet
In the car, in the bed or on the loveseat
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Kick that last verse, come on
Extreme satisfaction with the mic good fashion
And overpass the trash, I just favor with the passion
Certain shit I'm not having
It's not a laughing matter, the style I kick is fatter
People, grab a tight hold, be alerted
The clip is inserted and with accuracy, G I squirted
Perfect timing, dining on rhyming
Flipping the script like that man in The Shining
A natural force of habit sets off the magic
Faggots that want static will have to take drastic
Measures, it will be my pleasure to do you harm
Explosive, my motive, effective like a charm
Word is bond, make no mistakes how I'm baiting
Fakes to undercover jakes, bones break when I demonstrate
Not even too soon or too late
With the nine pound sound vibrating through the ground
The original
Baby Pa y'all
Check it out y'all
Yo, the original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Check it
One time, for the nine pound
Soul Brother Records
Can't forget I.N.I., Deckahortee
And of course the original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all
The original
Baby Pa y'all