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Jim Jones - Baby Girl lyrics
(feat. Max B) [Intro: Jim Jones] Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!! Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang Clap, Byrd Gang Can I get a G clap [Verse: 1 Jim Jones] I be like hoooold up, wait a minute I'm in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it Sunk in the seat, suede all in it Drop top roof blowin haze all in it And yall know imma straight up menace Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it New York City yall aint safe up in it Yall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authentic The game like bitches that need make-up These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-up Shit, I still prowl through the gutta All you hear em say is that's a wild muthafucka Its been a while muhfucker Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly [Chorus: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin Them big checks Yall aint thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blooooooow Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga its Jim Jones [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice And yall know yall don't want that beef I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks Besides, the dance floor look sweet So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet I'm tryna bag this bimbo Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose You aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint drove Fuck about the law top-speed on the road .44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaad And if I gotta take it that far That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car [Chorus: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin them big checks Yall aint thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta blooooooow Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga its Jim Jones [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I live a hard rock life Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white Six 4-5, hard top white Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite And my advice to the buyers Although the City's hot I rock ice thru the fire Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends wipin off the tires So I got to be the hardest 15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects 500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges So how's that for starters .40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter Foul hunreds double up a.ka. this is harlem [Chorus: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin them big checks Yall aint thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta blooooooow Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga its Jim Jones |
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