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Thread: Baby - Track Review

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    Default Baby - Track Review


    The Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City

    Ghostface Killah
    Raheem DeVaughn

    Austin Garrick, Rashad Smith


    (Raheem DeVaughn)

    If it's a boy
    His swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
    And if it's a girl
    Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
    What a joy we made, from the love we made
    Yeah... yeah...

    (Ghostface Killah)

    Yo, ayo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'
    She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt
    I said nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that'
    Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to lose that
    Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids
    I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs
    We can sail it out, five nights, six days
    Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, 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
    Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paintcha
    Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you
    In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete
    Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle
    You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow


    (Ghostface Killah)

    Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life
    When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright
    I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm alright
    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 belly and kiss it
    And I need some, don't be fresh, girl
    You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl
    Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake
    Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight
    That's the reason why I got two court dates
    Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that
    I was raised in the Stat', that's my word
    I pluck something if you fuck with my bat
    And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing
    I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names



    Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now
    Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them
    Radio Raheem


    I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known
    Like a kiss on a, collarbone
    I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
    And bring to fruition, all of your dreams
    And so you're having my baby
    So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci
    Now, push *push* harder *harder*
    I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father

    [Chorus x2]
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