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baby bash - just because lyrics

(feat. mad one, mr. g)

[verse 1] (mad one):
its a limousine full of smoke – smoking big baby
going off the hennessey and c-ke – drinking big baby
she don’t belong
rollin’ on chrome
international players on the microphone
asi es, y no para
so calle de la muerca
y no mendidas nada
me gusta como bailar
en es samias desmerada strailas

[verse 2] (jay tee):
ah, she gone up and she like goes to
but still i put it up like i’m posed to
i f-ck with sqaws let you squares cleed’n get close to
i got that one that cheerleads for the raiders
she love the way i walk my 3000$ alligators
my pimp pat, the marvell cane,
the pinky greens and the platinum chains
she said she always wanna do it on the danceflo’
i took a shyders and gin and told her get up out your pants ho’

[chorus]

[verse 3] (baby beesh):
now who said westcoast-rap was dead?
squares never recognized they my birthday had
couse i don’t get jiggy
i dont holla shorty
grew up on too $hort, ice cube and e-40
one live one luv
goin’ out for dub
cutt’n up a little rug
carshow, to the club
westside gettin’ hotter
scarlight been scutter
sellin’ mo’ rocks then off a cook d-mn b-tter

[verse 4] (frost):
enough wid man
when you gon’ see that
man, couse i hustle when i always make g stacks
we sais, that i ain’t st-tchy with it
i spit the bally of the cuff, fill it up and let the homies h-t it
man, you can hit it if you want to
hennessy and c-ke so got me actin’ a fool
i’m on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me
i get you to the gus and you can strip for me

[chorus]

[verse 5] (mr. g):
hit the club
telly shots of tequila
with my mija
shake her pocita
and her falquita
lo que bonita
my taffest chica down with the clicka
mira, mira baby!
i like your steelo
mine just free’oh
keep it on the teelo
when i hit it
you know i killed it
you know you paid for the chillin’
but you just won’t admit it

[verse 6] (cisco):
i’m a 100%er
2 g’s representer
cold as the winter
from the moment i inner
i’m full throttle
bright to die
thats my motto in the fast lane
drinking champaign out the bottle
thug style on the danceflo’ pop my colla’
b-mp and grind
with the fine little s-xy mama
tellin’ me daily let’s go home you know
sup, i don’t wanna dance no mo’
i just wanna f-ck

[chorus]

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