[Chorus:] Baby (Oh yea) Oh, Baby My Sweet Baby... You're the one [x2] Uh huh... I kno [Verse 1:] Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery I rip
: [Chorus:] Baby (Oh yea) Oh, Baby My Sweet Baby... You're the one [x2] Uh huh... I kno [Verse 1:] Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery
[Chorus:] Baby (Oh yea) Oh, Baby My Sweet Baby... You're the one [x2] Uh huh... I kno [Verse 1:] Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery I
Oh baby Oh lately Oh baby My my baby (Oh yeah) Oh baby (Oh yeah) My sweet baby (Oh yeah) You're the one (Oh yeah) They trying to figure out what's my
, me and my car talk like Michael Knight and Kit Ever since they put my face on the screen Fuck a box and a dash I stash my guns in the waist of my jeans
sweet... and I never did nothing to nobody... jus tried to stay up on my feet. Why does it seem like everybody wanna see me B-R-O-K-E... ya'll can eeeaaattt
love the taste of you Girl you know What I'm talkin' 'bout [Repeat chorus twice] Yeah oh yeah yeah F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Fabolous:] My nigga Mase gonna
m feelin' your eyes Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my
feelin' your eyes Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my
, when you was in diapers still shady records you better believe the hype is real this is no joke, I don't smoke but I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin B.O
babe [Chorus] [Bridge:] I love to love you baby I love to love you baby I love to love you baby I love to love you baby [VERSE 3: Lil' Kim:] You know
go Don't run for cover come be my lover I want you baby I want to make it feel right I want you baby I want you every night I want you baby I want to
G-H-E-T-T-O Now believe me she got to go (uh,uh) At the corner store buying up all the sweets From choo-choos to rice krispies treats on my street That
off or what? Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be smokin' something, think I ain't smokin' nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby
we really get it how we live We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them Bitch I'm from Dade County
