Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Happened To That Boy , by - BabyRelease date: 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 |