-=Baby Bash=-
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
[Chorus: A-Wax]
This ain`t nothin` new to me
Look at what they do to me
Need to chill
Try to stop
Did dirt wit it now I gotta buy the chop
[Baby Bash]
I`m in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds
No DL`s and innocent amount of rounds
Wit my mind on my mansion
I`m smashin` up out the town
You thought I was a hog but wait `til I clown now
Basharini believe me
Still servin` three for the 50
And I wish a motherfucker would try and get wit me
Cuz I`m nifty wit the milli when the torch is on
And play every play like it`s fourth and long
Now when the horse is gone I be the shit out the pig
It don`t take much to split a fool`s wig
See I`m only one shot from makin` the headlines
So quick niggaz got quarters and deadline`s
Shakin` the fed time
They checkin` my bar codes
ATF, INS, and the US Marshals
And this ain`t nathan new to me
Capitalize on opportunity
This ain`t nathan new to me
Capitalize on opportunity
[Chorus] - 2X
[A-Wax]
This old shit ain`t new to me
I`m rockin` stolen jewelry
Try to chill so I leave the Bay
Did dirt wit it now I gotta keep the K
Bash a dude wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin` nephew
We be checkin` brains and cash
We count G`s on a omni floor
Put the bloody bills wit the Tommy in the drawer
Tell mommy wit the roll Go on break a lil` corner off
I don`t like that bammer
I don`t wanna cough
You got to watch every step
P-walk and pull out a tec
I thought you new I`m a vet
Let loose through my set
A-W-A-X the latex glove on my left hand can only mean death man
[Chorus] - 2X
[Jay Tee]
Now it`s that pimpin` ass gringo
Bitch is you single?
I spit heat, hit the street, stack my Domingo
Bay Area lingo is what a playa blessed wit
Ten shots wit they own spots is all I ever mess wit
So if you`re broke
I ain`t even heard a ya
Come around me again and I`m a murder ya
I need some loot
So watch how I attack yo town
A bitch who wanna hold me, I`ll track her down
Get up in the brain, take over the soul
Four G`s a night, I`m ready to roll
A big long lac, hella beat in the trunk
Baby kick back, it`s hella heat for the funk
I dare a motherfucker to step to the Lo
One too many drinks, now he`s dead in the Rove
So call that cat`s kids tell him Get this
It`s Jay Tee, I`m a dog when I spit this
