Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Baby |
| If it’s a boy |
| His swag and ditty bop’ll be just like mine |
| And if it’s a girl |
| Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly |
| What a joy we made, from the love we made |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what' |
| She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt |
| I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain’t gotta do that' |
| Hope you ain’t the anorexic type, trying to lose that |
| Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids |
| I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs |
| We can sail it out, five nights, six days |
| Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything’s paid |
| If I’m aggressive, just pardon my gangsta |
| I just wanna get to know you, get to show you |
| The way I move, that’s part of my gangsta |
| Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha |
| Plus my stove game’s up, no red meat, but having you |
| In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete |
| Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle |
| You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow |
| Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life |
| When I’m outdoor, she check and see if I’m alright |
| I’m OK, babe, how you? |
| I’m alright |
| Just that the baby’s kicking, I want some Popeye chicken |
| And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting |
| Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it |
| And I need some, don’t be fresh, girl |
| You know I can’t help it, baby, it stay wet, girl |
| Yeah, that’s my joy, love, strawberry shortcake |
| Leave me weak in the knees where I can’t even walk straight |
| That’s the reason I got two court dates |
| Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that |
| I was raised in the Stat', that’s my word |
| I pluck something if you fuck with my bat |
| And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing |
| I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names |
| Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now |
| Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them |
| Radio Raheem |
| I will be the sweetest thing you’ve ever known |
| Like a kiss on a, collarbone |
| I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king |
| And bring to fruition, all of your dreams |
| And so you’re having my baby |
| So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci |
| Now, push (push) harder (harder) |
| I’d rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father |