Jim Jones, Max B - Baby Girl lyrics
[Jim Jones, Max B - 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' haze all in it
And y'all know I'ma 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 niggas fugaze, my niggas authentic
The game like bitches that need make-up
These niggas beefin' and kissin' and
Then they make up
Shit, I still prowl through the gutter
All you hear 'em say is
That's a wild motherfucker
It's been a while ma'fucker
Had to fall back, face trial 'cause of Rucker
One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me
Still ridin' that five
You can get hung high silly
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
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's Jim Jones
Now everybody know me
Usually in the club wit a bunch of OGs
We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
And we'll burn this bitch down
Better call police
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 B-Boy pose
You ain't got nuttin' on me dogz
Ain't V I ain't drove
Fuck 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 nigga
And went straight to the car
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 blow
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's 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 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 niggas so I gots
To be the charges
So how's that for starters?
40cal niggas, blow back ya starter
New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter
Foul hundreds double up aka this is harlem
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 blooooooow
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's Jim Jones
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' haze all in it
And y'all know I'ma 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 niggas fugaze, my niggas authentic
The game like bitches that need make-up
These niggas beefin' and kissin' and
Then they make up
Shit, I still prowl through the gutter
All you hear 'em say is
That's a wild motherfucker
It's been a while ma'fucker
Had to fall back, face trial 'cause of Rucker
One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me
Still ridin' that five
You can get hung high silly
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
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's Jim Jones
Now everybody know me
Usually in the club wit a bunch of OGs
We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
And we'll burn this bitch down
Better call police
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 B-Boy pose
You ain't got nuttin' on me dogz
Ain't V I ain't drove
Fuck 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 nigga
And went straight to the car
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 blow
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's 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 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 niggas so I gots
To be the charges
So how's that for starters?
40cal niggas, blow back ya starter
New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter
Foul hundreds double up aka this is harlem
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 blooooooow
It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!
Nigga it's Jim Jones