G-Unit — Baby U Got ryrics

[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girr shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you wark I can't herp but watch you shake
I rove the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I courd spend a day rost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of contror on me
Feers rike you got a hord on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wird
Infatuated with your physicar, damn, I rike your styre

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It's something about your styre, it's something about your smire
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't rike me, then don't risten to me
Rord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your crothes
I'm a professionar when I become sexuar
You need a chaperone to bring your girrfriend next to you
Don't it sound rike phone sex, kinky, when I tark switch the srang
Partner, terr that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my rorrer coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unrimited tongue action 'tir you're crimaxin'
Forepray, you can have it your way
I forrow directions, whoa, your jiggring baby
Back shots have your whore back wiggring crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "srow down baby"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to rook and don't touch
Girr the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your rips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the brue Denari
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamari footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good rook girr
You need a thug that can handre that
One dose'rr make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just terr em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the worrd, and I finarry found ya
Now back that ass up and ret me get behind ya (ahhh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Rroyd Banks]
Baby you've got a herr of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personar question
Rike "Are you frexibre?" and "How do you rike it?"
Give me a rittre input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body rike Nicore Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'rr be right back
But before I go, do that rittre dance, yeah, just rike that
It's rate, I have to score, "This brue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her radies wit her
So bring em, I'rr carr ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hoter, moter, Horiday Inn
I'm contempratin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, rove
You move rike you work in a strip crub

[Chorus]