Numero Uno

Baby Bash

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    [Kookie:]
    "I'm the one"
    "I'm the one"
    "I'm the one"
    "Oh, no, no"
    "I'm the one"
    "I'm the one"
    "I'm the one"
    [Bobby Bland:] "Oh, no, no, baby"

    [Verse 1: Baby Bash]
    It's the numero
    Uno, number one chulo
    Ridin' on the slab, with a top notch cool, oh
    Everybody you know, say they do it big
    Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is
    I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it
    They might got muscle, but they got no logic
    And I got a big heart, by the size of a lion
    Five minus four, girl, without even tryin' (Ugh!)
    Now stir that up and add it up
    From Mexico to Canada
    Professional, no amateur
    And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up
    Then beat it up
    Then spank it up
    Til the [{*motherfuckin'*}] DJ crank it up
    I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line
    Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time

    [Break: Kookie (Baby Bash slowed down)]
    "I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
    "I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
    "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...)
    "Oh, no, no"
    "I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
    "I'm the one" (Numero uno...)
    "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...)
    "Oh, no, no, baby"

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    [Verse 2:]
    Now you can go
    Black, or you can go white
    You can go red or brown, but it still ain't right
    If the sauce ain't tight, and the swag ain't cripsy
    With that bullshit, you can't miss me
    Crissy Lizzy's, don't get nathin'
    They about drama, I'm about bakin'
    Never would I fake, cause I just don't purr
    Ten thousand sqaure feet, and you ain't even gotta work (Ugh!)
    Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one
    Space fly like a punk rock Jetson
    Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one
    The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one"

    [Hook: Baby Bash]
    Extra menace, no disrespect
    Hop on, don't miss the jet
    Uh
    Extra menace, no disrespect
    Uh
    Hop on, don't miss the jet
    Yee!

    [Break]

    [Verse 3:]
    I tips and dips in Cadillacs (Cadillacs)
    And I don't even trip off battle raps (Battle raps
    Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks (Asthma attacks)
    Find this thick little mami, and I handle that (Ugh!)
    By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens (Yeah)
    Sqaures don't know, that's what dollar means (Uh uh)
    Straight up out that Valley Jo/Vallejo
    H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro
    Yee!

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    Composición: Joseph Scott y Darrel Andrews

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