Baby Girl

Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!! Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang Clap, Byrd Gang Can I get a G clap [Verse: 1 Jim Jones] I be like hold up, wait a minute I'm in the coupe, laid up in it Sunk in the seat, suede all in it Drop top roof blowin' haze all in it And y'all know I'ma straight up menace Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it New York City, y'all ain't safe up in it Y'all niggas fugaze, my niggas authentic The game like bitches that need make-up These niggas beefin' and kissin' and then they make up Shit, I still prowl through the gutter All you hear 'em say is that's a wild motherfucker It's been a while ma'fucker Had to fall back, face trial 'cause of Rucker One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me Still ridin' that five, you can get hung high silly [Hook: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin them big checks Tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin Them big checks Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blow It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga it's Jim Jones [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.Gs We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we'll burn this bitch down, better call police And y'all know y'all don't want that beef I'm tryna G-Mack, look at all these freaks Besides, the dance floor look sweet So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet I'm tryna bag this bimbo Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose You ain't got nuttin' on me dogz ain't V I ain't drove Fuck about the law top-speed on the road .44 squeeze, breathe, reload And if I gotta take it that far That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car [Hook: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin' them big checks Tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin' them big checks Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta blow It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga it's Jim Jones [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I live a hard rock life Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white Six 4-5, hard top white Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite And my advice to the buyers Although the City's hot I rock ice through the fire Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends Wipin off the tires So I got to be the hardest 15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects 500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects Jewish lawyers niggas so I gots to be the charges So how's that for starters? .40cal niggas, blow back ya starter New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter Foul hundreds double up a.ka. this is harlem [Hook: Max B] Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set? Well then you gotta get ya lips wet Baby girl we gettin them big checks Tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin' them big checks Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta blooooooow It's Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!! Nigga it's Jim Jones