Jim Jones - Baby Girl lyrics

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Jim Jones - Baby Girl lyrics

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 I be like hold up, wait a minute I'm in the coupe, laid up in it Sunk in the seat, suede all in it Drop top roof blowin' hase all in it And y'all know I'm a straight up menace Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it New York City y'all ain't safe up in it Y'all n***as fugaze, my n***as authentic The game like b**hes that need make-up These n***as beefin' and kissin' and then they make-up sh**, I still prowl through the gutta All you hear em say is that's a wild motherf**a' Its been a while muh'f**er Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker One-Eyed Willie, you can come try k** me Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly [Chorus] 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 Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blow Its Dip-set baby, Dip Set! n***a its Jim Jones Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G's We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we'll burn this b**h down, better call po-lice And y'all know y'all 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 be-Boy pose You ain't got nothin' on me dogs ain't V I ain't drove f** about the law top-speed on the road .44 squeeze, breathe, reload And if I gotta take it that far That mean I left the club n***a and went straight to the car [Chorus] 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 aight And my advice to the buyers Although the City's hot I rock ice through 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 n***as so I gots to be the charges So how's that for starters .40cal n***as, blow back ya starter New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter Foul hundreds double up A-K-A this is Harlem [Chorus]