Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Baby lyrics

rate me

If it's a boy

His swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine

And if it's a girl

Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly

What a joy we made, from the love we made

Yeah... yeah...

Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'

She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt

I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that'

Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to lose that

Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids

I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs

We can sail it out, five nights, six days

Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid

If I'm aggressive, just pardon my gangsta

I just wanna get to know you, get to show you

The way I move, that's part of my gangsta

Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha

Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you

In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete

Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle

You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow

Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life

When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright

I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm alright

Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken

And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting

Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it

And I need some, don't be fresh, girl

You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl

Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake

Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight

That's the reason I got two court dates

Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that

I was raised in the Stat', that's my word

I pluck something if you fuck with my bat

And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing

I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names

Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now

Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them

Radio Raheem

I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known

Like a kiss on a, collarbone

I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king

And bring to fruition, all of your dreams

And so you're having my baby

So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci

Now, push (push) harder (harder)

I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father

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