Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come On Baby, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Come On Baby |
| Just Blaze, hey, hands up Swizzy, hey, hands up 1, 2, 3, here we go! |
| Microphone check one two what is this? |
| The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business |
| It’s so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this |
| So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness |
| The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate |
| Lyrically it’s as sick as it get |
| I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the ?? |
| I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX |
| Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type |
| Come here and I’ll show you that I spit on just more then a mic |
| I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please |
| These wicked emcees squeeze |
| Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT |
| I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it Then go run in the booth and sing about it Look, if I don’t hurt the nigga that play with my wealth |
| I’m like me on Entourage god, I’m playing myself, let’s go Hold up, the pump will make you jump up Put ya body in the tr-unk |
| (Don't you baby, don’t you baby, don’t ya baby) |
| Keep goin now… |
| New York, and all the way to Cali |
| And the South’ll make ya j-ump |
| (Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby) |
| Don’t touch the boy, yup |
| Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up Put ya body in the tr-unk |
| (Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby) |
| I’ll whip ya ass from… |
| New York, and all the way to Cali |
| And the South’ll make ya jump |
| 1, 2, 3, we gone! |
| Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger |
| Hum dinger, gun slinger, that’s what I am Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can |
| So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit ya man |
| I got this rap shit down to a science |
| Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain’t fucking with Ryan |
| First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance |
| With Justin, he plugged me in, now I’m as hot as a fucking iron |
| You lying, all the gunplay talk |
| Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk |
| I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back |
| I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match |
| And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch |
| And thats way more then I can say for alot of cats |
| My name’s Saigon nigga |
| Break bread mufucka 'fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka |
| Finally I’ve arrived, so we can say our goodbyes |
| To the ring tone rapper, that crap’ll never survive |
| Its the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds |
| We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive |
| I got a microphone jones, I’m in love with it If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even fuck with it I been in the rocks, been in the grams |
| Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand |
| Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn |
| Simon says, «Saigon slap the shit outta suckas» |
| «Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he’s ??» |
| My son says your son scared of societies shit list |
| Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior’s scripture |
| I say after it’s all said and done |
| I’mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one |
| So look niglet, fall back a tid bit |
| Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit |