Jim Jones - Baby Girl Lyrics

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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?

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 yall 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 niggaz fugaze my niggaz authentic

The game like bitches that need make-up

These niggaz beefin' and kissin' and then they make-up

Shit I still prowl through the gutta

All you hear 'em say is that's a wild muthafucka

It's been a while muhfucker

Had to fall back face trial 'cause of Rucker

One-Eyed Willie you can come try kill me

Still ridin' that 5 you can get hung high silly

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

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Now everybody know me

Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z

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

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

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 thru 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 niggaz so I gots to be the charges

So how's that for starters

.40cal niggaz blow back ya starter

New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter

Foul hunreds double up a.k.a. this is harlem

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

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