Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Tha Curb, artist - Baby Bash. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
On Tha Curb |
| Im standing on the curb |
| Puffin on the herb |
| Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve |
| Im trying stay high |
| True to the trilla |
| Tryin get richer cuz it all about them illaz |
| Im standing on the curb |
| Puffin on the herb |
| Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve |
| Im trying stay high |
| True to the trilla |
| Tryin get richer cuz it all about them illaz |
| Well that’s the way I put it down |
| R & D we faced the clown |
| Purple essence all around |
| See me and my folks we blaze the pounds |
| Ain’t no brown, it’s all green |
| Playas know what the hell I mean |
| A whole new scheme, a whole new dream |
| I just got me a triple beam |
| From a dope feen |
| But he a homie though |
| Use to be a balla |
| Till he started using all his dough |
| Rock it up, Chop it up and a Sack it up |
| All true to the rules may be |
| No fool you always actin up |
| And they know woofin |
| They loving what these gentles cookin |
| That’s why im jukin |
| That candy crème, wit that puddin |
| Baby Bash all about that cash |
| And that Mary Jane |
| You know tha game |
| I gots to gets tha money man |
| My playz dreams are magical |
| My top notch game is valuable |
| Im stackin my mathematical |
| Cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe |
| A Las Vegas Nevada hoe |
| Strip her into national |
| Some big old tits and ass an all |
| She loves all by that grass I grow |
| Her schedule ain’t flexible |
| They all live in Mexico |
| Got a semi truck with hella blow |
| And he scats across the border hoe |
| That’s why, the duck is coming buckets |
| Posted on the gizzard |
| Blowing sweets like they gots trumpets |
| Before I run out |
| Let me be cocky cuz I have the habit |
| That fluffy rabbit |
| That Purple puss |
| That white magic |
| It got them feening |
| For a mouth piece that be poppin pees an |
| Got them sick and queezin |
| Can’t let them haters be the reason |
| You taking losses |
| Fuckin off ur credit that ain’t cool |
| Then you wonder why these fool ride and blast at you |
| That’s the game and the game gonna take a stride |
| Its Baby Bash, baby boy im come take a ride |