Oh Wow

Baby Bash

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    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)
    It's my arrival, and my survival
    I'm skyin higher then messiah an' his bible
    Watch for that rifle
    Watch for that psycho
    Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though

    Now if you talk that talk
    ya better walk that walk
    don't let this pretty face fool ya
    'cuz I'm a savage
    like a Dallas Maverick
    Got nephews that'll do ya
    Snatch that jeerzy off your skeleton with the quickness
    And if its wall ta wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin bi'ness
    Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin
    Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin
    Blowin our trees cousin
    it gets sticky in the pain
    Tricky in the tank
    and don't miss me wit that dank
    500 on the street equals 65 G's
    In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz
    Bigger then show biz
    so I'm stayin focused
    When they holla at the club
    "How much them blows is"

    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)

    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)

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    I remember when my thugz
    showed me how ta slang heat Hollerin
    fixin how ta talk man we gona bring beat Ya
    now guess what I'm goin through and this what I stand fo
    Thuggin ain't that legal but I'm doin what I can boy
    But I sound small I as I is
    sound as raw as I is
    I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads
    Down is all in it
    see niggaz ballin in it
    Aiighty, tellin a sad story we know why I got it
    Niggas bad at the game they ain't showin no love
    Thats cold nigga deal with it show'em you thug
    Havin, Partnah's in prision n a few dead friends
    was the Streets way of showin me two dead ends
    then the beats got to showin me you can make ends
    Goin hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't
    One thug that had some said that boy Bash
    That manilla world send max pain comin for that ass. YESSAH!

    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)

    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)

    I'm just a mack man
    I'm just a mack man
    and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man
    I'm just a mack man
    I'm just a mack man
    and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man
    I'm just a mack man
    I'm just a mack man
    and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man
    I'm just a mack man
    I'm just a mack man
    and if its crackin where you mackin where you at man

    We Deep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We Creep
    (Yeh Suh!)
    We throw, we blow
    (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!)
    We Fly
    (Yeh Suh!)
    No Lie
    (Yeh Suh!)
    Off the Trank and the dank so High
    (Yeh Suh!)

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    Composición: Marco Prada, Baby Bash y Happy

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