Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How You Like Me Baby, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How You Like Me Baby |
| Hey miss whattup? |
| Tone got luck |
| I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! |
| Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar |
| Take care of family so I don’t have stupid cars |
| Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life |
| Baby daddy threaten that’s aight, check out my man Trife |
| Represent Stapleton, raised in the West |
| 780 Anderson, now I’m the best |
| Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley |
| Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley |
| Always kept aluminum, bags in the car seat |
| Them not show doin them, that’s where the NARCs be |
| Came to play no games and stay in your lane |
| and the ratchet’s on your brain and fuck entertainment y’all |
| The big spender rock a robe in November |
| I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender |
| Yeah, how you like it baby? |
| You want a good time, you alright, you alright? |
| C’mon, how you like me baby? |
| You have a good time tonight? |
| Yo! |
| Better shoe spots, red and blue drops |
| I used to serve those, those my rooftops |
| Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room’s hot |
| If my CD was skippin get a different boombox |
| New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc’s |
| So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped |
| You can’t box, I seen better hands on an old clock |
| The old ox never marked you, I’ma blow pop |
| Prophesized Don it’s me, aqua blue mink |
| And my bitch arms’ll be, 20 G’s scrill |
| Niggaz like «Pardon me,"I'ma be honesty |
| Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery |
| Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby |
| Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez |
| And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy |
| Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me |
| Hey, Mister! |
| Please let my niggaz in |
| Thugs and my women in, you don’t want no problem with meeeeee |
| We got them burners on the dancefloor |
| Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in |
| Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy |
| All y’all haters wit’chall math off |