Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Baby You Can Do It Lyrics
*featuring Toni BraxtonOh yeah, believe it baby
Aight Toni, come on Toni
[Toni Braxton]
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It's your time, do it tonight
(Do it yeah)
Ay, ay, ay
See this stuntin, pimpin, cadalliac dippin
Grey-head miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit a genius
Frankie B, Kristen Desmenfifler
Stilleto boot, wife beater and I minked her
Spend like crazy, if the broad freak me
Dro back jersey, the world wide champion
Baby, in a coupe spin bout eighty
Bird island, know that I'm smilin
Broads on my yaught, wit they gucci and proper
Hood rich, I'm sellin that
Hood rats, cost dime a dollar
Boss pimpin got sick off of power
Get it how you live, I'm a known survivor
[chorus - Toni Braxton]
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It's your time, do it tonight
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye (bust they eye)
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye
Well it's the birdman daddy, I'll fly in any weather
I keep the birdlady with the feather in the pezzle
Always on the rock with the full length leather
I'm in the Benz, she in a new Lexus
22's cause we bird infested
Ruby red with the platinum necklace
She in the Escalade, so wild stretchin
I'm so so fly, the man done blessed me
Mami in the village so while dressed em
Mink on the boots wit the minked out sweater
Mink on the floor, with the mink chinchetta
Mink on the Gucci, with the mink on the leather
See I'm fly on these, mami ride on voles
Stop and go's on that new Range Rover
Time to go home, cause I gots to go because
(Mami is in the bed with the breakfast on the stove)
[chorus]
Hey pimp, it's the rich and famous
You drivin wreckless, you drivin dangerous
Twenty inches on the caddy, don't blame me
Slab on the floor, but it's my turn baby
Money ain't natin to me
See that birdman Jr., that somethin to me
What you know about runnin these streets
Get it how you live, and get it how ya be
Get it how ya hustle, and get it how ya see
Off parole so i'm puffin these trees
I'm so so high, I'm a world wide G
Connected to these streets, playa this cash money
[chorus]
[Baby in the backround]
Oh yeah, Stunner and TB man
Yo turn baby, got your mink on
Your gucci on, your prala on
Do it, do it big
In yo new truck wit yo stop and go's, mami
It's supposed to look so so so fly
Ya done dig, 23's they on turn and shine ya done dig
Birdman daddy, I'm fly in any weather
Ok, fo sheezie baby
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Do That... Lyrics
*feat. Mannie Fresh, P. Diddy, Tateeze[Intro: P. Diddy]
C'mon now, c'mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let's go
[Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)
[Baby]
See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong
Twenty four whoooo, mami know too
Ballas come through tha side doo' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right
Plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too
[P. Diddy talking]
Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying
[Baby]
I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too
It ain't nothin to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings
Birdman drive a red Range
[chorus - Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance (c'mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (do you like dat daddy?)
[P. Diddy]
Now shake it fast, watch yo'self
Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there
Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oooohh, she's all that
Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Til you steam and you scream, I'm burnin up
On tha scene I seen her doin the butt
Keep doin what your doin to her, let's go
[chorus]
[P. Diddy]
I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin
Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin
No playin around momma, stop frontin
[Baby]
I see what you doin mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami (*bird sounds*)
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma
See those? Let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo'
Bend ova pop it love, show me what'cha know
[chorus]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Ghetto Life Lyrics
*featuring Lil Wayne, Cam'Ron[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the building (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?), they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here
How much it cost for this here?
How much it cost for this year?
Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay
I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it
Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life
[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It's just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know)
I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)
I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life
[Cam'Ron talking]
It's nothin man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)
[Man talking]
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]
[beat fades]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Heads Up Lyrics
*featuring The D Boys[chorus - Baby]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)
[Lac]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)
[Baby]
Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)
Robbing and kidnapping
Lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking – ain't packing
That tool go to clapping
You hear that “click…pow”
Move out before the “click, click…pow”
[Stone]
Man I don't like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting
[Lac]
We can drag him to the river Stone
[Stone]
Nah, leave him for Atrice
[Lac]
Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)
I came with the four pounds (pounds)
So fucking let it go down (go down)
I'm tired of them niggas talking
I'm letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking – Cadillac done did em' awful
[Baby]
He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)
Its one way in dog – Heads up!
Grab on them K-9 dogs
[chorus]
[Stone]
Stunna a street nigga, straight up
Make him act as money
And I don't sleep nigga
I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing)
The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)
[Baby]
See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots
[Lac]
The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That's the mother fucking po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something
[Baby]
Move, move out nigga
They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
Nigga, fuck you!
Heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through
[chorus]
[Lac]
They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted til my money advance
But I'm running with the Birdman – so I'm straight nigga
[Baby]
I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door
[Stone]
I'm sticking to Tha G-Code – Tees and Bauts
Break it up (?) covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops
Streets watching – I know that's why I'm on my shit
When them people riding with four doors – up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me
[chorus fades to Baby talking]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » How It Be Lyrics
*feat. J.D. (Jermaine Dupri), TQ[Baby]
See the party won't start 'till I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens
Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the jews and jets
[J.D.]
Throw up your sets up your bets
I'm the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I'm grindin'
Nigga hot boys since runnin' they was singin'
Here we go spendin' dough shit you ain't know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def all hell 'bout to break loose
[chorus - TQ]
Every city town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come threw I shut it down
Cuz ain't no body bad like me
From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money first name is Cash
Y'all know y'all know just how it be
[Baby]
Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin'
When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin
More money more pain three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin money ain't a thang
Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla)
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini..
[J.D.]
I'm the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town I'm trying to start me a riot
Fuck your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and
I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin green light
It's me and the Birdman ya heard
Please be clear It's so much stunnin going on in here
[chorus 4x]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » I Got To Lyrics
*featuring Lil Wayne[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy – shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm hustling – look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it “Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang”
I say shout it “Ride high dro burn my brain”
Gotta let a boy – I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song - if you wanna sing say “Bling”
And if you ever see my pa say “King”
And if you ever see his son say “Weezy baby!”
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose – I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!
[chorus]
Know why I stay so fucking fly?
Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop ‘cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry ‘bout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga
[Baby]
It's the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
Its me and Jr. that's so so fly
Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine – alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather – pockets full of cheddar
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out – I puts it together
Tell you how I do it – I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down bitch – bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather
[chorus]
[Baby]
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami – used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami – you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly
[chorus fades to talking]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Ice Cold Lyrics
*featuring Jazze Pha, TQ[Baby]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold
[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)
[chorus - Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
[TQ]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
[Baby]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
[TQ]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
[Baby]
Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ]
I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit
[chrous - Jazze Pha]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro
Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
[Baby]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
[TQ]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money makin, see ya marra
And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[chorus - Jazze Pha]
Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinnin nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin
See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk
I'm a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Looks Like A Job 4... Lyrics
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherfucker!
[chorus]
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever
It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit
Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me
That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
Get outta line watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house and I ran in the building
Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me
[chorus]
I'm the bird of the nest
The shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
Nobody move me cause I be who I be
The Uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
I'm a boss nigga
Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga
Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
"Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man
Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
Live this life like you don't give a fuck nigga
[chorus]
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
And whether thats snow or white mink on me
See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
[chorus 3x]
[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, you understand?
Birdman baby
Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
You understand nigga?
Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch
I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga
You understand this biatch?
Get rid of it little daddy
You understand?
Birdman motherfucker!
You know, you gots to hate me nigga
Bird call bitch
Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga!
I'm lovin' it!
Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga!
Later boy, BMJ out!
Let's get this money baby
CMR nigga!
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Ms. Bird Lyrics
*featuring Mannie Fresh[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh uh huh
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch
If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker)
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord help me)
This is a biotch, biotch
[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats
Burberry timbs with the fence to match
And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat
There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X]
Every Place that I went to
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird
[Baby]
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks
You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch
But I don't give a fuck nigga, the shit don't stop
All I'm trying to do is stack a knot
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks
I came around your corner and I shit your spot
It's (?) and I serve your block
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch
[Chorus - 2X]
[Mannie Fresh]
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn
I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home
But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other
Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick
Now every place that I go to
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you
And they all got that movie that you made with that man
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch)
[Chorus - 2X]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Neck Of The Woods Lyrics
*featuring Lil Wayne[Intro]
Uptown.....
Yeah...yeah..nigga
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
[Lil Wayne]
Shhh
Gangsta to the core
Ankle wrap flamer
Paint your kicthen floor
Wit ur whore
Shit you can't ignore
Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy
All i hear is weezy don't kill me no more
I hear your bullshit
I play mat at door
I'm not a category
I aint there wit ya'll
I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll
Git the kid nigga did never that at all
That rat a tat go off
A black kak kak kak
I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?)
She no how to stash quarters in a carry on
I blow outta town
grass when i'm outta town
Uptown in the buildin not a sound
Cuz killas don't get heard about
They get whispered about
Or you get murdered out (nigga)
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Birdman]
The first shot
The first nigga got shot
We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah)
A hundred g's
Nigga score some keys
Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)
We know them people been paper chasin
So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga
We keep the gats close,incase you wan know
You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga
Its all good till you catch a case
A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga
Well let me bring you back yesterday
I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga
Fuckin round wit that kid and play
Nigga fuckin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga
Well let me tell you bout this game i know
You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Lil Wayne]
Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin
All that play buckin
Gon get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk
You look like jay-z's shirt
Fuckin wit that turf,i'm puffin on that smurf
Fuck it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas
Your son got choppas
And if you got enemies (yeah)
Your son got enemies (believe that)
That's uptown energy nigga!
[Birdman]
Don't waste no time on no bullshit
If it ain't hood shit
We spend a lil paper nigga
Well if you catch em in the hood nigga
It's all good shit
Go head do me that favor nigga
Well let me take you down deep in the inside
It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
It's when you gotta ride
It's when the homie die
And the money can't stop the pain in the inside
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Uptown...[repeat]
[Birdman talks till end]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » Never Had Nothing Lyrics
[Mannie Fresh Talking]Yo, This Fresh [echoes]
For you [echoes]
Bout to Freak, The Run D-M-C beat, Ya hoids?
Holla!
[Chorus (Baby yellin in the background)]
I ain't never had nothin (oh yeah), I'm tryna get somethin (believe that there)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin? (where you at nigga)
I ain't never had nothin (smell me bitch), I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (holla nigga, nigga) but I gotta keep duckin
(Mannie Freezy!)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin (let's, get feezy)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
(Suga Slim never love me like stone me boy motherfucker)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
[Verse 1]
I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch
I ain't never had nothin that share the same dish
We jumped off, we share the same clip
We share the same clothes, whole block wore out shit
Ghetto fab, that ghetto shit
It's that, ghetto map with ghetto tip
You never touch nothin that belong for you slick
We never had nothin so we run for this shit
Breakin-in houses and sellin these bricks, and these
Public houses, it's goverment bullshit
Four and a half tryna cut well for our shit
They tearin down our project(gun pops)bust-yo-clips
Look in ya eyes, see nothin but bitch, when you
Look in my eyes, see these hardlife shit
We ain't never had nothin, I don't stunt till I die bitch!
[Chorus]
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (aye, aye, aye, aye) but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin (alright), I'm tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they sell them thangs at (oh yeah), where yo ass duckin?
(Holla atcha boy nigga!)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With my people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(Birdcall motherfucker!)
[Verse 2]
Nigga, we had tore down nights
Me and my brother had tore down bikes
Just his tore down life, nigga smoke and fight
Choke the pipe, youngstas bust for stripe
Ain't got new jewels, ain't got no life
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights
See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews
And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues
And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools
And these, fucked up time in seventy-two's
And I, learned to grind in eighty-two's
And I, learned to shine in ninety-two's
And I (gun pops), bust my nine in twenty-o-two
Now tell me what the fuck I'm suppose to do
I'ma ball like a dogg, so nigga fuck you!
You ever crossed my line, you know what I'ma do bitch
[Chorus]
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin (oh yeah), I'm tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they slang them thangs at(holla atcha boy), where yo ass duckin?
(ha, it's our world baby, promise sucka)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(aye, aye)
[Verse 3]
We walk up to bread, no meat, marinade (Fuck!)
The whole block share a dozen our eggs
The whole hood had one nigga was craze
Mom smoked that shit she had to pay
Old folks know lil' one was bust his hage
Heroin, coke, and dope fuck with his head
Bout to flip the script come out today
Wild Tato, C-To, ball today
Hot cake see a fresh know how to play
Other side had my homie had to lay
Big Chief, real from the concrete streets
Nigga was on the labor and wanted to eat
Shit-a-never get better, love is merry
Tall house, survive and duck the inneries
Nice cars, clothes, pussy hoe, money and fame
Every motherfucker in here know my name
I was born then live y'all niggas (believe that bitch!) banned in
That's why I stunt so fuckin much
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
[Mannie Fresh Talking]
This Fresh [echoes]
For you [echoes]
[Man Talking]
Yo this the real Magnolia, worldwide ya heard me?
I'm just chillin up in the studio with Mannie Fresh and the Birdman
Yo we goin out, ya heard me, with this great hit
Yo, I'm chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy
I'm thinkin about my boy Towe too
But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you [echoes]
[beat fades]
Baby (aka The #1 Stunna) » What Happened To That Boy Lyrics
*featuring Clipse, Pharrell Williams[Baby talking with echo]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
[Malice]
Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
[chorus]
[Baby]
Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
[chorus 2x]
[Pusha T]
Ughhh...Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster...Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
[chorus 2x]
[Baby talking]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker
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