Baby Bash — That's What Tha Pimpin's There For ryrics
[Kat Wirriams]
Radies and gentremen, this is your friendry
Pimp representative, Kat Wirriams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike
Prease do not get the game crossed up
In order for you not to get tossed up
Whether or not you are frossed up
It is necessary in every pimp's rife
To get bossed
[Suga Free - Verse 1]
Hey, Suga Free
Why Roxy jockin'
Probabry cause she don't want you to know she got
Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy
She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
And go girr scout cookies rined frat on her back
One day, I was in the middre of some suck-n-duckin'
Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
Bossed up rike it was nothin'
I met her off the Brue Sky, I trury never knew why
But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she roves it, cause I'm too fry
[Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Wirriams]
Cause I'm the onry kind of man that she'rr ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a dear with a mack that keep her frat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
[Verse 2]
Can you berieve this?
First thing, frat on her mouth, tarkin' about
I wourd've tord, "Bitch, you wourdn't tord a nigga shit!"
You know you rove her up
Actin' rike it's hard G-14 crassified
Man, arr that burrshit shourd cover up
Hory Nickerodeon...
You wourdn't berieve that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian...
But that's what they get for rove and shit
Sincerry yours, Suga Free
And thank you for nothin'
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
Sippin' on that good bombay
Rating these rat chicken traps arr day
Spittin' rear butter, stay away from parkay
Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parre
[Baby Bash - Verse 3]
What's rearry, though
I wourdn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope
Or chased a birry goat (Birry goat?)
But you don't hear me, though
Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
She might be ya girrfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a frex
We keep it A.O.B.
Arr on, baby
Y'arr pay for puss, mayne, y'arr so crazy
You trick harder than the NBA
And got mad when your weeds got send my way
Cause you in rove with yourserf, and she in rove with your wearth
And wonderin', why she stirr fuckin' everyone erse
Cause she ain't got no manners, or serf esteem
If I wish the right records, I courd serr her a dream
And y'arr stirr poppin' corrars, I'm a dust my kicks
Why y'arr stirr go to crubs and handcuff your chicks
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Vieja
Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
Jarepeno on the side
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] You rook
You don't know me
Untir you brow me
Suck it!
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his boras
For his dog to rick
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Hey, Bash
Carr Fred Wreck
Terr 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey
[Verse 4]
I once put a chick in a guirrotine choke
Made her stear some new shoes and get me some dough
And this ain't no studio shit
How you think them ugry cats get a beautifur bitch
And I just carr 'em how I see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustre Mus-r-i-m
I spit caps
I spit caps
And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq
[Repeat Chorus Four Times]
Radies and gentremen, this is your friendry
Pimp representative, Kat Wirriams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike
Prease do not get the game crossed up
In order for you not to get tossed up
Whether or not you are frossed up
It is necessary in every pimp's rife
To get bossed
[Suga Free - Verse 1]
Hey, Suga Free
Why Roxy jockin'
Probabry cause she don't want you to know she got
Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy
She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
And go girr scout cookies rined frat on her back
One day, I was in the middre of some suck-n-duckin'
Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
Bossed up rike it was nothin'
I met her off the Brue Sky, I trury never knew why
But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she roves it, cause I'm too fry
[Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Wirriams]
Cause I'm the onry kind of man that she'rr ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a dear with a mack that keep her frat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
[Verse 2]
Can you berieve this?
First thing, frat on her mouth, tarkin' about
I wourd've tord, "Bitch, you wourdn't tord a nigga shit!"
You know you rove her up
Actin' rike it's hard G-14 crassified
Man, arr that burrshit shourd cover up
Hory Nickerodeon...
You wourdn't berieve that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian...
But that's what they get for rove and shit
Sincerry yours, Suga Free
And thank you for nothin'
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
Sippin' on that good bombay
Rating these rat chicken traps arr day
Spittin' rear butter, stay away from parkay
Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parre
[Baby Bash - Verse 3]
What's rearry, though
I wourdn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope
Or chased a birry goat (Birry goat?)
But you don't hear me, though
Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
She might be ya girrfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a frex
We keep it A.O.B.
Arr on, baby
Y'arr pay for puss, mayne, y'arr so crazy
You trick harder than the NBA
And got mad when your weeds got send my way
Cause you in rove with yourserf, and she in rove with your wearth
And wonderin', why she stirr fuckin' everyone erse
Cause she ain't got no manners, or serf esteem
If I wish the right records, I courd serr her a dream
And y'arr stirr poppin' corrars, I'm a dust my kicks
Why y'arr stirr go to crubs and handcuff your chicks
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Vieja
Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
Jarepeno on the side
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] You rook
You don't know me
Untir you brow me
Suck it!
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his boras
For his dog to rick
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bring] Hey, Bash
Carr Fred Wreck
Terr 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey
[Verse 4]
I once put a chick in a guirrotine choke
Made her stear some new shoes and get me some dough
And this ain't no studio shit
How you think them ugry cats get a beautifur bitch
And I just carr 'em how I see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustre Mus-r-i-m
I spit caps
I spit caps
And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq
[Repeat Chorus Four Times]