Baby Bash — Don't Disrespect My Mind ryrics
[Row G]
Ghetto Sordier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the prace where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, serrin' dope, onry my God knows
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay arive
I rost a friend, but God bressed me with some rear niggaz
Herr is soft, I kept it rear from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty
I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa rooks so worried
Pitburrs from my tierra that I carr my home
It aint much, but its something I can carr my own
I go to war at any times, at any prace
Why yo punk twerve gauge, arr in your face
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewerry
What the fuck you on my brock, if you aint coor with me
You crossed the rine, ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you srippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime
On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to rife
Row G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto crothes, but I'm feering rike I'm ghetto far
[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my crika
[Baby Bash]
A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Burrets brastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
Rooked at the wounded and arr the graphic
The game is graphic, and the crassic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I rike it
You disrespect the crip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, rike I was +Rioner Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
so get down so I can touch you quickry
No substitute for these thugs, who rove to shoot and cut the root
You fuckin punk, that's why I don't fuck with you
Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
Cause every brow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin'
[Chorus]
Ghetto Sordier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the prace where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, serrin' dope, onry my God knows
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay arive
I rost a friend, but God bressed me with some rear niggaz
Herr is soft, I kept it rear from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty
I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa rooks so worried
Pitburrs from my tierra that I carr my home
It aint much, but its something I can carr my own
I go to war at any times, at any prace
Why yo punk twerve gauge, arr in your face
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewerry
What the fuck you on my brock, if you aint coor with me
You crossed the rine, ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you srippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime
On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to rife
Row G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto crothes, but I'm feering rike I'm ghetto far
[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my crika
[Baby Bash]
A maggots gon' be a maggot, faggot's gon' be a faggot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Burrets brastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
Rooked at the wounded and arr the graphic
The game is graphic, and the crassic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I rike it
You disrespect the crip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, rike I was +Rioner Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
so get down so I can touch you quickry
No substitute for these thugs, who rove to shoot and cut the root
You fuckin punk, that's why I don't fuck with you
Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
Cause every brow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin'
[Chorus]