your lies (You better kick rocks) I'm so down with your issues (You better kick rocks) You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks) [Baby Bash] [Verse
lies (You better kick rocks) I'm so down with your issues (You better kick rocks) You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks) [Baby Bash] [Verse 1]
(You better kick rocks) I'm so down with your issues (You better kick rocks) You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks) [Baby Bash] [Verse 1] You
BABY TONIGHT) ROCK W/ME (KICK IT BRING ON THE FLOOR BABY SHAKE IT) ROCK W/ME (KICK IT BRING ON THE FLOOR BABY SHAKE IT) ROCK W/ME (KICK IT BRING ON
kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit Most the time we loading clips Otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors
new to me I'm rockin' stolen jewelery Try to chill so I leave the bay Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash He my smokin
hotties To come to the bash for free Your hosts: capri, mark, d Everybody up no time to waste You came here cause you know this is the place To rock,
kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin
a cop could intervene Listen here, you little motherfucker You ain't going to fuck with me Got me coming to this damn precinct Dammit, I'm a kick your
been working on the block of rock, For years I've been keeping nina glock on cock. (4x) For years homeboy, for years.... [baby beesh] Now if you wanna
to jocks with Reebok Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing Bashes with bitches that be bad and Wishin' for the fame and recognition They on a mission for tough, baby
baggage Oh, one?s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells, bubble like Woolworths In the projects, richest niggaz rockin
angels that smoke grams You need God, that's why the earth so damned International, trying to get my flow banned That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers
to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition There on a mission for self, baby
it down rocks colored blue and yellow We ruin marriages nigga ya lady mine What farmer where vests on they P-89s? Clear from the cops no time for no baby
