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- Saigon f/ Swizz Beats - Come On Baby Lyrics
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- [Swizz Beats]
- Just Blaze, hey, hands up
- Swizzy, hey, hands up
- 1, 2, 3, here we go!
- [1st verse]
- Microphone check one two what is this?
- The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
- It's so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
- So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
- The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
- Lyrically it's as sick as it get
- I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the ??
- I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
- Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
- Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
- I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
- These wicked emcees squeeze
- Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
- I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
- Then go run in the booth and sing about it
- Look, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
- I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
- [chorus: Swizz Beats]
- Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
- Put ya body in the tr-unk
- (Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
- Keep goin now...
- New York, and all the way to Cali
- And the South'll make ya j-ump
- (Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
- Don't touch the boy, yup
- Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
- Put ya body in the tr-unk
- (Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
- I'll whip ya ass from...
- New York, and all the way to Cali
- And the South'll make ya jump
- 1, 2, 3, we gone!
- [2nd verse]
- Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
- Hum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
- Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
- So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit ya man
- I got this rap shit down to a science
- Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain't fucking with Ryan
- First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
- With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a fucking iron
- You lying, all the gunplay talk
- Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
- I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
- I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
- And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
- And thats way more then I can say for alot of cats
- My name's Saigon nigga
- Break bread mufucka 'fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka
- [chorus]
- [3rd verse]
- Finally I've arrived, so we can say our goodbyes
- To the ring tone rapper, that crap'll never survive
- Its the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds
- We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive
- I got a microphone jones, I'm in love with it
- If I wasn't, I wouldn't even fuck with it
- I been in the rocks, been in the grams
- Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand
- Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn
- Simon says, "Saigon slap the shit outta suckas"
- "Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he's ??"
- My son says your son scared of societies shit list
- Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior's scripture
- I say after it's all said and done
- I'mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one
- So look niglet, fall back a tid bit
- Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit
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