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Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic!
Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!

[First Verse: SPM]

Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out
Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt
Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make
But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate
Separate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your two faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish

[Chorus: Baby Beesh]

Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road

[Second Verse: SPM]

Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria
I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
S P M on choppers like men
Y'all run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at

[Chorus]

[Third Verse: Baby Beesh]

Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta
Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot
You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded

[Chorus]
Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic!  Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!    [First Verse: SPM]    Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out  Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt  Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make  But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate  Separate all these fake niggas all in my face  You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race  Tie your laces and hide your two faces  Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places  Follow in a trail to the land of hell  Everybody knows I belong in jail  For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza  Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza  I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn  Scram you bitch you aint with my fam  I don't cut for the jealous  Guess where your gal is  All on my weenie like mustard and relish    [Chorus: Baby Beesh]    Oh my my, oh hell yeah  Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air  Fix me a drink and sing me a song  But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long  Oh my my, oh hell yeah  Let's all get to puttin' some in the air  Man I'm so blowed  Man I'm so throwed  Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road    [Second Verse: SPM]    Mama Mia  I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah  Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria  I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla  Lone star state home of the armadilla  Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca  Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas  Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca  Dios around my necka  Sangre de Azteca  S P M on choppers like men  Y'all run and hide while I count to ten  I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass  Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas  I got enough birds to have a snowball fight  My dream is to keep the world up all night  I done sold you a dub sack  Used to chase a hub cap  Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at    [Chorus]    [Third Verse: Baby Beesh]    Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie  Love my chicken greasy  Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces  I'm a fool I'm a nutta  Gone off the butta  I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta  Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough  You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo  Used to be a player but now I'm an official  Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel  The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare  No insurance, no license, and no health care  Computer illiterate  Smoke dank like a cigarette  A straight fuckin idiot  You think that I give a shit  I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking  Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded    [Chorus]
 
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