โหลดเพลง mp3 Baby Bubba - Timbaland

Baby Bubba (宝贝布巴) - Timbaland (提姆巴兰)/Magoo
Lyrics by：T. Mosley/M Barcliff/Moses Barrett III
Pop a Dom boo what c'mon
Petey Pablo：
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back where the original Tim the bird at
I got s**t here to make you down on twelve-pack
Call Rudy tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at
Alla y'all and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get to Virginia V-A
Link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin' they a*s
Now they callin' me The Incredible Man
I'mma s**t it sick like yeahhh
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a d**n
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some du-rag it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad new day new cars new motherf**kin' deal
Hey
Petey Pablo：
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward
Timbaland：
Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin' on that man who that be
TIM-BA-land now haters wanna get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
He don't care though n***a we just three fly guys
All up in your local mall pickin' all your local broads
Holla if you wanna get into a local brawl
We the intimidators y'all intimidated
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Lowriders bzz bzzt
Hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya bzz bzzt
In sun fire c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw that s**t up s**t up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts
What y'all know about them buck shots bustin' from a truck
Yeah yeah that's that Southern hospitality
The come of the me the come of the Pete
The come of the 'goo the come of the G
Petey Pablo：
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward
Magoo：
Mag spit it 'til I die f**ker
You with your label kissin' a*s like a d**n sucker
Meanwhile Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news
Do my album when I'm ready tell my label to sue
If I got it I'mma get 'em it's cornered and sell some
From N-Y to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter
Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that South s**t all my n***as is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan I'm sayin' man
South boys ain't f**kin' playin' check them
This week got OutKast and No Limit and Eightball
Scarface Ludacris and Goodie Mob uhh
We do it country cause we proud of this s**t
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a d**k
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
Petey Pablo：
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah-ward