Baby Baby Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Baby, baby, you feel it, lady 

Can you feel it? 

Built to last, I'ma reduce competition 

Stretched like a G-string, stay in that ass 

Eliminate your words you think are tough 

By movin herbs, you think you're rough 

Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks 

Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin' 

Everythin' your producer make is cuddly and fluffy 

Soft as Kleenex tissue, you with the coalition pushin' the vinyl 

Funny style, movin' the feminine issue 

Attack you mentally, you know I would get you 

Gorilla shots, you figure out what animal bit you 

Tractor trailer from the side hit you 

Tryin' to figure what animal hit you 

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Tryin' to figure out 

You tryin' to play me like I'm from Montreal, Calgary 

You never noticed G 

How the thirty-eight weighs a lot of pounds and what it be 

If you knew, you wouldn't be standin' in front of me 

A 100% of you is imitation, take off that baseball cap 

In Jersey, ask your mother, youse a wannabe 

A $46, 3 color face watch 

Yellow band, don't step to me, I know your estimate B 

Don't question me 

You met the rude awakenin', find the best of me 

I don't care about your favorite rapper, they're less than me 

Urinate on your V.I.P. area where girls roam 

Piss on your dome, bodyguard, face the CIP area 

You know what's comin', nigga 

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I knew I had to make a record soon 

Destroy your whole mechanism 

Compilate on your Meoshe jeans in fake records soon 

You blew up alright, youse a blip 

Up in the air homo, your crew is a helium balloon 

You guys with thug mentality 

Wearin' them tight ass black thongs with black Sassoons 

Smooth on your anus 

Your girl defecate my diamonds out with brooms and mushrooms 

You cats face the public here, you know the rules 

From MC Hammer down to Lil' Romeo 

Out of 2 million rappers you pick a name and lose 

I penetrate news, my Tomahawk missiles piss on Cruise 

You know, baby 

Can you tell I'm bad? 

You know, lady, hey, hey 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey