Saigon - C'mon Baby Lyrics
[Swizz Beatz:]Just Blaze, hey, hands upSwizzy, hey, hands up1, 2, 3, here we go![Verse 1:]Microphone check one two what is this?The Yardfather coming to give niggas the businessIt's so beyond rap, ***** sucker we live thisSo uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witnessThe next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberateLyrically it's as sick as it getI been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the?I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSXYes, I run ringers around the fraudulant typeCome here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a micI make it hard for niggas to breathe, pleaseThese wicked emcees squeezeHammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DTI Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around itThen go run in the booth and sing about itLook, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealthI'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]Hold up, the pump will make you jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya j-ump(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)Don't touch the boy, yupHold up, the pump will make ya jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya jump1, 2, 3, we gone![Verse 2:]Four finger, three finger, two finger, one fingerHum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I amTrying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I canSo you should, come on baby, come on, come on and ***** with ya manI got this rap shit down to a scienceAlotta niggas shit is aight but they ain't *****ing with RyanFirst there was some defiance, until I formed an allianceWith Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a *****ing ironYou lying, all the gunplay talkKnowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walkI been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and backI been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing matchAnd I still walk around this *****er with not a scratchAnd that's way more then I can say for alot of catsMy name's Saigon niggaBreak bread mu*****a 'fore I break ya *****ing head lil sucka[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]Hold up, the pump will make you jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya j-ump(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)Don't touch the boy, yupHold up, the pump will make ya jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya jump1, 2, 3, we gone![Verse 3:]Finally I've arrived, so we can say our goodbyesTo the ring tone rapper, that crap'll never surviveIt's the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the oddsWe gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it aliveI got a microphone jones, I'm in love with itIf I wasn't, I wouldn't even ***** with itI been in the rocks, been in the gramsBeen in the pots and pans, I been in demandBeen in the sense I dropped contraband, damnSimon 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 listSick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior's scriptureI say after it's all said and doneI'mma be way ahead of them, never see a better oneSo look niglet, fall back a tid bitOr get ya *****ing wig split, this some big shit[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]Hold up, the pump will make you jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya j-ump(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)Don't touch the boy, yupHold up, the pump will make ya jump upPut 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 CaliAnd the South'll make ya jump1, 2, 3, we gone!
