Baby Velma (Mimicing) My Sweet Little (Grummbled) Baby Roxie. Look At My Baby And Me Me And My Baby My Baby And Me We're 'Bout As Happy As Babies
it for me? Man said, Shut your mouth son , play the guitar and you just wait and see Well, that boy made it, he made it real big And so did the rest
is my weapon My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue Stesson God is my essence, and you
Chicago And down in New Orleans In New York City All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin' And
the gate An hour and 45 minutes late And of course our connection was already in the air Spent a day of our vacation in Chicago O'Hare And like musical
came to my town with protection Election year, had the block hot I scream "fuck the world" for having a baby girl sorta cock block I write rhymes like I come from the windy city With my
Dave Chappelle Show! Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food baby! [Chorus - Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (
ya And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha (Hook) Fall into the groove of the waxin Let my music take you high-e-i Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride And
nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my
catching me fuck that i'm about to rip out ripout and then i flip out make them whack niggaz ship out harbor the jet go on vacation and take a trip out
a honky in Chicago With a broken heart and a woman on my mind I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox And the music takes me back to Tennessee And
God in the face, can't look in my eyes I tell you why, cause this thing on my waist Bread and butter, got it all for sale, and I'm duckin' the cops On
got my flow, gangsta clothes, sticky dro and all that tho' But, it just don't matter to me. It's the money and the power money and the power. That's
Where my ladies at? Where my ladies at? I wanna see you getting it crunk Where my fellas at? Where my fellas at? Give my ladies what we want Where my ladies at? Where my
over the wrong rock Spend your money on me, I make the song hott, The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop, My chain big like my buzz in the city
mind and blew it Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music Makin killas say he'