Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Happened To That Boy, artist - Baby
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
What Happened To That Boy |
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya Tot''em up, light it up nigga |
Birdman motherfucker |
Clipse, VA, NO nigga |
What you smelt |
Coke’ll leave plastic |
Get off the border motherfucker |
Come on little’n handle your business for me boy |
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo) |
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy |
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy |
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy |
Whoa… Yeah…Malicious…Yeah |
I heard they snitchin’on a player man say it aint so Even as a young’n they consigned me to blow |
Witches claims why I’m worth my weight in gold |
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O Word in the streets that can envy as me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep |
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly |
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely |
I’m know for the flip of that coke I ener |
I’m heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma |
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man |
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa) |
I’m the reason that your block is vacant |
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement |
Bitch! |
Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich |
Don’t compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa) |
Aye… Aye…Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye… |
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money) |
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch) |
Been shittin’up bricks unload 'em to Gucci |
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie |
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block |
If I don’t go to jail niggas birds gone flop |
Nigga sittin’on the toilet bitch get off the pot |
The bird just landed so the hood gon’rot |
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit |
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips |
She takes my flight she holds my weight |
While the po-po staked out from state to state |
It aint nuttin to a baller baby |
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss |
Baby steppin on my line I’ll show a little somethin' |
They callin’you don’t come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya) |
Ughhh… Another soul lost |
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche |
Ughhh… The rims match of course |
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them |
Glistenin’wrist on chiller |
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer |
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla |
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like |
Thriller |
Gangster… Hustler |
At night still found time to kiss my mother |
Live like I’m dreamin’kick my feet up Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon |
So quite ya yappin’fore I get to clappin |
And have your body parts mix and matching fella |
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know |
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit |
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker) |
Aye nigga put this puzzle together |
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga) |
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know |
Let’s get this money (get the money) |
Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke’ll leave plastic bitch |
Get money motherfucker |
However you want it you can get it pimp |
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga |
We did it how we live, aint nothin’but the thug thing nigga |
Money thing motherfucker |