Baby Bubba Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - Timbaland

(pop a dom boo, what, c'mon) 

It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that 

Let's take you back, where the original tim the bird at? 

I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack 

Call rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack 

C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all 

Where my cats think you feel me at? 

Alla y'all, and when we earn that 

They finally let the dish and the pan 

Then i start with some cash 

Let me get to virginia (v-a) link up with timbaland 

Now i'm bustin they ass 

Now they callin me the incredible man 

I'ma shit it sick like yeahhh 

And there is one thing to understand 

Y'all know what it is and petey is just what i am 

Spit what i spit cause i don't give a damn 

Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers 

On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is 

New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal 

Heyyyyyy 

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba 

If y'all feel it let me hear you say 

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba 

We lost the music selector 

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba 

If y'all feel it let me hear you say 

Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba 

Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward 

Check me out in my black trans-am dippin on that man, who that be? 

Tim-ba-land, now haters wanna get at me 

Just because we three brothers dippin in the fly ride 

He don't care though, nigga we just three fly guys 

All up in your local mall pickin all your local broads 

Holla - if you wanna get into a local brawl 

We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated 

By our bling bling ring ring, and i can't debate it 

Lowriders (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches 

As we pass by ya (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon! 

What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up 

For the cool amigos with tequila in the gut 

What y'all know about them southern girls with them big butts? 

What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck? 

Yeah, yeah - that's that southern hospitality 

The come of the me, the come of the pete 

The come of the 'goo, the come of the g 

Mag spit it 'til i die fucker 

You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker 

Meanwhile, mag in virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news 

Do my album when i'm ready, tell my label to sue 

If i got it i'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?) 

From n-y to floater while i'm humpin your daughter 

Stayin in the french quarter and listen to juvenile 

I like that south shit, all my niggaz is wild 

You gotta come up with a new plan, i'm sayin man 

South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them 

This week got outkast and no limit, and eightball 

Scarface, ludacris, and goodie mob, uhh 

We do it country cause we proud of this shit 

All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick 

I ain't a thug and i ain't tryna be 

They tryna take my love man and it bothered me 

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