Baby Lyrics

Album: Unknown

On The Rocks Lyrics

f/ Stone, 'Lac (D Boys), Jazze Pha

 

 

 [Chorus: Baby + Jazze Pha]

 I keep my rims - On the rocks

 I keep my jims' - On the rocks

 I keep my drink - On the rocks

 That's how I'm living - +My Life, My Life, My Life+

 I keep my briefs - On the rocks

 I keep my platinum teef's - They on the rocks

 I keep my bank - on the rocks

 That's how I'm living - +My Life, My Life, My Life+

 

 [Baby] + (Jazze Pha)

 You see that silver satin ma' , thats beautiful daddy

 I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy

 Y'kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes

 (Lord Lord Lord that's a beautiful site)

 Aiy its a milli-milli nigga, milli-milli-milli nigga

 Million blocks, million in rocks nigga, million cars

 The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy

 It's the Birdman daddy, no time na' pause

 If y'kno it's gon' rain let it rock ya fall

 Don't non come from top, But birds and ball

 I'm grateful for the man that gave it all

 But I rock my world and I thank the man

 'Cuz I came in this bitch wit' my dick in my hand

 Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla

 Nine-millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Stone]

 My grill ma' straightened 'em all

 Gucci - Gabanna - fuck the cost

 Fendi - Prada - I burn it all

 They been down we gotta ball

 You Back it up - I'm loving that

 I'm smacking up ya shorty back

 Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the truck

 I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs

 Money still in mansions man

 CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed

 But I still got my ghetto stripes

 Red - blue and yellow ice 

 That's all I rock, fuck the cops

 They want me in that jail fa' life

 

 [Baby]

 Aiy, I'm Stuntin' tanight 

 Whoo! It's going down tanight

 Hmm Hmm, I'm popping come Crist'

 I'm looking fa some hoes ta put on my list

 Fits Tailored in the 'Vette with that platinum ass

 That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag

 It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag

 Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell me that

 

 [Chorus]

 

 ['Lac]

 Nigga, I went from big 'Bok shoes in Rolls ta 23 inches

 This Cadillac so y'kno I'm pimpin'

 Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm filled wit' begets

 Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at

 I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley

 Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on inches

 Look I'm on the block nigga, off the top nigga

 Go and cop nickels - something on the rocks nigga

 

 [Baby] + ('Lac)

 Look I spend my cash, Hood Rich (nigga don't ask)

 Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass

 22 inch buttons on that G-Wag

 Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil' daddy

 I'm the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy

 It's big pimpin' baby, I'm Weezy Wee Daddy

 Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats

 I keep it all hood, nigga check my status

 

 [Chorus]