| If it’s a boy
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| His swag and ditty bop’ll be just like mine
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| And if it’s a girl
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| Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
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| What a joy we made, from the love we made
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| Yeah… yeah…
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| Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'
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| She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt
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| I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain’t gotta do that'
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| Hope you ain’t the anorexic type, trying to lose that
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| Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids
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| I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs
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| We can sail it out, five nights, six days
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| Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything’s paid
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| If I’m aggressive, just pardon my gangsta
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| I just wanna get to know you, get to show you
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| The way I move, that’s part of my gangsta
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| Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha
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| Plus my stove game’s up, no red meat, but having you
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| In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete
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| Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle
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| You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow
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| Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life
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| When I’m outdoor, she check and see if I’m alright
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| I’m OK, babe, how you? |
| I’m alright
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| Just that the baby’s kicking, I want some Popeye chicken
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| And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting
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| Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it
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| And I need some, don’t be fresh, girl
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| You know I can’t help it, baby, it stay wet, girl
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| Yeah, that’s my joy, love, strawberry shortcake
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| Leave me weak in the knees where I can’t even walk straight
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| That’s the reason I got two court dates
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| Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that
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| I was raised in the Stat', that’s my word
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| I pluck something if you fuck with my bat
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| And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing
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| I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names
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| Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now
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| Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them
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| Radio Raheem
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| I will be the sweetest thing you’ve ever known
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| Like a kiss on a, collarbone
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| I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
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| And bring to fruition, all of your dreams
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| And so you’re having my baby
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| So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci
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| Now, push (push) harder (harder)
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| I’d rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album Ghostdini Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп