How U Like Me Baby Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck 

I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! 

Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar 

Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars 

Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life 

Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife 

Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 

780 Anderson, now I'm the best 

Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley 

Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley 

Always kept aluminum, bags in the car seat 

Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be 

Came to play no games and stay in your lane 

And the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all 

The big spender rock a robe in November 

I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Yeah, how you like it baby? 

You want a good time, you alright, you alright? 

C'mon, how you like me baby? 

You have a good time tonight? 

Yo! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops 

I used to serve those, those my rooftops 

Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot 

If my CD was skippin get a different boombox 

New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's 

So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped 

You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock 

The old ox never marked you, I'ma blow pop 

Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink 

And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill 

Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma be honesty 

Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery 

Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby 

Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez 

And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy 

Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me 

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[Chorus] 

[Singing] 

Hey, Mister! Please let my niggaz in 

Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeeee 

We got them burners on the dancefloor 

Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in 

Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy 

All y'all haters wit'chall math off 

[Chorus]