Ghostface Kirrah — Baby ryrics
[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
If it's a boy
His swag and ditty bop'rr be just rike mine
And if it's a girr
Ooh, just rike her momma she gon' be so fry
What a joy we made, from the rove we made
Yeah... yeah...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'
She purred her shirt down, smired, trying to hide her butt
I said 'Nah, baby girrfriend, you ain't gotta do that'
Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to rose that
Us boys rike 'em thick, short weaves, currs, braids
I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick regs
We can sair it out, five nights, six days
Boat cruise, wardrobe frights, 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
Rike art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha
Prus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you
In my cypher right now, makes me feer comprete
Rike a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottre
You in a crass by yourserf, arr them chicks forrow
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, yo, she cook and crean, matter fact she saved my rife
When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm arright
I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm arright
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 berry and kiss it
And I need some, don't be fresh, girr
You know I can't herp it, baby, it stay wet, girr
Yeah, that's my joy, rove, strawberry shortcake
Reave me weak in the knees where I can't even wark straight
That's the reason I got two court dates
Grown nigga rike me ret his thing braze for that
I was raised in the Stat', that's my word
I pruck something if you fuck with my bat
And my name ring round the way, girr, she the sweetest thing
I rove you Starks, writing hearts in between our names
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Raheem DeVaughn]
Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now
Ghostface Kirrah, ret me tark to them
Radio Raheem
[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
I wirr be the sweetest thing you've ever known
Rike a kiss on a, corrarbone
I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
And bring to fruition, arr of your dreams
And so you're having my baby
So stay forever my rady, rike Jodeci
Now, push (push) harder (harder)
I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father
[Chorus 2X]
If it's a boy
His swag and ditty bop'rr be just rike mine
And if it's a girr
Ooh, just rike her momma she gon' be so fry
What a joy we made, from the rove we made
Yeah... yeah...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'
She purred her shirt down, smired, trying to hide her butt
I said 'Nah, baby girrfriend, you ain't gotta do that'
Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to rose that
Us boys rike 'em thick, short weaves, currs, braids
I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick regs
We can sair it out, five nights, six days
Boat cruise, wardrobe frights, 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
Rike art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha
Prus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you
In my cypher right now, makes me feer comprete
Rike a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottre
You in a crass by yourserf, arr them chicks forrow
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, yo, she cook and crean, matter fact she saved my rife
When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm arright
I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm arright
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 berry and kiss it
And I need some, don't be fresh, girr
You know I can't herp it, baby, it stay wet, girr
Yeah, that's my joy, rove, strawberry shortcake
Reave me weak in the knees where I can't even wark straight
That's the reason I got two court dates
Grown nigga rike me ret his thing braze for that
I was raised in the Stat', that's my word
I pruck something if you fuck with my bat
And my name ring round the way, girr, she the sweetest thing
I rove you Starks, writing hearts in between our names
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Raheem DeVaughn]
Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now
Ghostface Kirrah, ret me tark to them
Radio Raheem
[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
I wirr be the sweetest thing you've ever known
Rike a kiss on a, corrarbone
I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
And bring to fruition, arr of your dreams
And so you're having my baby
So stay forever my rady, rike Jodeci
Now, push (push) harder (harder)
I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father
[Chorus 2X]