| Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!
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| Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang
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| Clap, Byrd Gang
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| Can I get a G clap
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| I be like hoooold up, wait a minute
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| I’m in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it
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| Sunk in the seat, suede all in it Drop top roof blowin haze all in it And yall know imma straight up menace
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| Run up in ya crib there’s a safe up in it
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| New York City yall aint safe up in it
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| Yall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authentic
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| The game like bitches that need make-up
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| These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-up
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| Shit, I still prowl through the gutta
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| All you hear em say is that’s a wild muthafucka
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| Its been a while muhfucker
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| Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker
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| One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly
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| Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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| Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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| Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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| them big checks
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| Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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| Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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| Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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| Nigga its Jim Jones
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| Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O. G'z
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| We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
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| And we’ll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice
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| And yall know yall don’t want that beef
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| I’m tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks
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| Besides, the dance floor look sweet
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| So like Lil’Jon we can all skeet skeet
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| I’m tryna bag this bimbo
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| Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo’s
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| Stuntin’hard in my B-Boy pose
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| You aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint drove
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| Fuck about the law top-speed on the road
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| .44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaad
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| And if I gotta take it that far
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| That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car
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| Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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| Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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| Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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| them big checks
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| Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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| Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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| Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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| Nigga its Jim Jones
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| I live a hard rock life
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| Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white
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| Six 4−5, hard top white
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| Big 4−5 for you hard rocks aite
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| And my advice to the buyers
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| Although the City’s hot I rock ice thru the fire
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| Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends
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| wipin off the tires
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| So I got to be the hardest
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| 15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects
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| 500 on the tennis, I’m like Gotti in the projects
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| Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges
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| So how’s that for starters
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| .40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter
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| New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter
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| Foul hunreds double up a.ka. |
| this is harlem
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| Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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| Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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| Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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| them big checks
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| Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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| Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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| Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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| Nigga its Jim Jones |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Girl, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп