The Babies

Lyrics

[Intro: Vodka] Uh, uh, Can you feel it coming? What the babies gon' do? [Verse 1: Vodka] Can you feel it coming? Cuz I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins The time is golden. They compare it to silence, O.G. shit Get spoke of in private, and you can just be ridin' And the next minute you drivin' and saving private Ryan From his hard times survivin' and you gon' If you don't learn scuba diving, the flow deep Like on the beach wit the horizon But they don't let you eat, they wired like Verizon And it ain't surprising, they singin' like Ronald Isley But they (?), I'm Fonzie, and these ain't the happy days I'm raunchy and rowdy, prayin' for them better days; humbled But karma ain't tryna hear that it was yesterday, when I fumbled They stuttered and mumbled, I stood on my two Adapted to the struggle, I waited my turn Wrested wit the devil, graveyard shift Hit the tombstone wit the shovel Rule number 1: only God can judge you No nigga above you, no bitch either, except for your mother She the only one that believe in you, prolly only your grandmother Who said it was easy? Prolly (?) Ha, cuz it looked like it when I did it Now what the babies gon' do? You tell me what the babies gon' do [Chorus: Vodka] What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do? Uh If you cry, what the babies gon do? The babies gon' look and they gon' cry like you And if they cry, what are you gonna do? You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do? [Verse 2: Quilly] Got booked wit 3 Guns, judge hit me wit the roofr You got 2 strikes, 1 more, we gon' roof ya I'm Wayne Gretzky on thin ice, duckin' troopers Scared to go to sleep, I'm afraid of Freddy Kruegar Playas callin' me like I got the whole rooster Drippin' all day, bitches thought I had a booster Try to school the kids, the kids is the future They dropped out of school, now they run around wit rulers Belt buckle; Medusa, 17 in the ruger (Pray Allah guide me in the path of prophet Musa) A dime to my lawyer, 3 racks to my shooter Before I go to war, I told my mom, I'ma move her What your lady gon' do? Ride you wave till' your broke Then get wavy on you Shit was lookin' sunny, now it's shady on you Back to 4 in the baby, what the babies gon' do? What happened to your young boy? He's doin' life What hapened to your old head? He's on the pipe I'm doin' bad actin' like I'm doin' nice Hit a lick, the shit was so sweet, we did it twice What the babies gon? Huh? What the babies gon' do? Aw! What the babies gon' do? [Chorus: Vodka] What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do? What the babies gon' do? Uh If you cry, what the babies gon do? The babies gon' look and they gon' cry like you And if they cry, what are you gonna do? You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon' do?