Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where We Dwell, artist - Baby Bash. Date of issue: 06.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where We Dwell |
| Yeah, that big Bay Area, potna |
| Puttin' it down |
| With that Romp sound |
| Check this out |
| Yeah, I be that cat comin' cooler than most |
| Layin' it down for the town, big parties we host |
| Up in the West Coast, left side of the map |
| That’s why them bitches be so sprung on the way that we rap |
| You see I tap that ass constantly |
| And treat her like the tramp that she wants to be |
| I break a hoe, shake a hoe, you ready or not? |
| And leave a… |
| (Mac Dre: Muthafuckin' cloud in the parking lot) |
| I got the front and back and side to side |
| And four fifteens in the back of the ride |
| I got the windows up but the brains is blown |
| And about this pimpin' type shit I can’t leave it alone |
| I needs a microphone, some Tanqueray |
| And a down ass bitch who likes to do what I say |
| ‘Cause in the Bay, that’s how we layin' this |
| I’m probably gettin' a little head while you playin' this |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| Me and the town go together like Vogues and spokes |
| From every ‘Stangs with thangs, Cougnuts and them candy coats |
| All-star man smokin' cavi and greens |
| And now I’m in a coke white Caddy with rims |
| I got tapes and CDs that wears your jewel |
| I’m from the 707, cover 11 my roll |
| Premeditated pimp in the Westside and it’s evident |
| The way I spit, talk shit and stack a president |
| Ooh, I’m out to bend a corner or two |
| Gotta watch my bubble flow |
| And tramp hoes don’t come short |
| So call me fiero, I’m out hustlin' for dinero |
| Gotta watch my back ‘cause playa haters packin' heavy metal |
| And I can’t settle for less, I need is platinum, hoe |
| A muthafucka in the game and I’m stackin', hoe |
| It’s Baby Beesh production so it’s hella phat |
| And heads treat him like a throwaway gat |
| I’m from the town, hoe |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| Where I come from niggas flip tight buckets |
| Get tremendous beat, fresh V’s and say ‘fuck it' |
| Where niggas smoke dank and drank all day |
| We words like skrilla, scratch and fetti |
| Give hoes pimp names like Blowjob Betty |
| No homies and locs, just potnas and folks |
| No lifts and switches, just dips and yolks |
| We swang ‘em in ‘Stang'ems and burn rubber sideways |
| Gat on the lap when we hit the highways |
| On Fridays, we down to hurt some cot |
| And we don’t get drunk, mayne, we perks a lot |
| We call bud dank, Bombay and roper |
| Don’t smoke stress ‘cause stress won’t choke ya |
| I hope ya, never have funk with us |
| ‘Cause niggas from the Bay love that funky stuff |
| Pistols, pumps, straps and choppas |
| And wouldn’t hesitate or wait to straight knock ya |
| Head off your muthafuckin' shoulder |
| I thought you knew? |
| I know somebody told ya |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Where the city and game run parallel, oh |
| («Vallejo, Cal-i-for-ni-a») |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Hoochies on the corner with they yock for sale, they hoes |
| (They hoes, they hoes, they hoes, they hoes, yeah) |
| I’m from Vallejo, California where the playas dwell |
| Hoochies on the corner with they yock for sale, they hoes |
| (They hoes, they hoes, they hoes, they hoes, yeah) |
| Check this out, for the '96, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| You got C-double-O-L-I-O Da’Unda’Dogg on this microphone |
| With my boy Mac Dre, Jay Tee and Beesh, N2Deep |
| Got Extra Large in the house… |
| But let me tell you about this Rompalation |
| We puttin' this out with my boy D-Con, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| If you don’t got it and you’re listening to it, you better get, ‘cause it’s the |
| bomb |
| And I’m out… |