Baby Lyrics - J. Dilla

Let's go! 

Turn it up live niggaz throw it up 

It's the official, we got the bank for ya 

GO! 

You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes 

Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh! 

Thug shit in a major way 

I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav 

Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers 

If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether 

Niggas got snow like cold cold weather 

And big money clips cause they fold dough better 

Yeah! Packin three cuties in the Hemi 

I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami 

So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy 

I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me 

Got a sick flow and a couple of pistols 

Got this thick chick Coco in 'Cisco 

The same day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom 

She got a mouth like a vacuum, uh! 

We them boys with the chains on our neck 

E'ry five minutes we untanglin them 

It's Pay Jay make sure the name on the check 

Jay Dee in the turnin lane with ya ex/X, like Los Angeles 

And the nights are scandalous 

Thick like big bread basket sandwiches 

Choke on that, we smoke on bats 

And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat 

And leave the shit smokin where the logo at 

And the witnesses won't tell po-po jack, uh! 

That's how it is when we fuck shit up 

(Kill it!) People hoes horny and the blunts lit up 

FEEL IT! 

Yup, real talk y'all 

I met this girl last night, she whispered in my ear like 

Baby, you're the one 

Baby, take me home tonight 

Baby, lay me down 

Baby, girl it's only right 

Baby, you're the one 

Baby, you're the one for me 

Baby, (yeah!) 

You should be havin' my baby (Turn it up!) 

You should be havin' my baby 

It's the official 

Think it's a disco when I ran Bisco 

If you feelin' it, where your Earl Flynn at? 

Cut the check, Tim tell em where to send at 

That you 

Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at 

Let's be 

Out ridin' high 

Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock 

They ain't invited unless they gon' drop 

You do it how I like it and make it go pop 

If all's agreed, we got weed 

Skatin' through the area movin at Mach speed 

Makin moves is a must why bother doin it 

If what y'all doin ain't 'bout dollars? 

All my girls always lookin' for me 

My kids' moms always lookin' for me 

They lookin' good for me 

You what? You gon' stick with her or me? 

Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my 

Always keepin me up on my toes 

Unless I'm out creepin' on do's or sleepin' with hoes 

Still my, cakes with cakes upon cakes 

(Ay, where my money at?) Keep a nigga spendin' papes 

Turn it up another notch 

Yeah, that's how we doin it 

Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE 

You know how we do it 

We got a special guest in the house 

He goes by the name of Dave New York 

Dave, we talkin' 'bout, hip hop and radio 

Dave, where you at with it? 

How do I feel about radio hip-hop? 

I think it's wack, most of the shit they play is straight GARBAGE!