[Intro]
Ohh, there go that bullshit again
You heard that shit?
Nah, I ain't hear that
That's that bullshit from the other day
They done took the "Buffalo Girls" beat and changed it all around
They playin' themselves!
[Verse 1: Jazzyfatnastees]
You remind me when I reminisce of you (Yeah)
Of all the freaky things I want to do to you (That's right)
So rub me up, rub me down, rub me all around (Rub me up, rub me down) (What)
Kiss me here, kiss me there, kiss me everywhere! (Kiss me here, kiss me there)
Tell me what the cost to get in line 'cause you are mine tonight (It's goin' down tonight)
Gonna give you all I got to give, if only for one night (If only for one night) (I like that)
I will love you right (I don't care if you diss me) (Uh)
I will do you right (I don't care if you don't want me) (Come on)
[Chorus: Jazzyfatnastees & Pos]
Baby, baby, won't you be my baby, baby?
Be my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Come on, come on... ha)
Baby, baby, won't you be my baby, baby?
Be my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Yo, ha... knowhatI'mean?
Gonna set it like this, what?)
[Verse 2: Pos]
Now I forgot how to forget, so I remember your face
With your pretty accent, wearin' man-attract scent
Others fakin', constantly stakin' out pockets of dreams
Always tryin' to sham, see, that's why they crave champagne
But the blame still remains not to be on you
I know your style and your love lasts long like the island I'm from
I'm on the drum, man, and it's all good
'Cause I flexed on your ex, made sure he understood
That you would – never again want to be his wife
So we connect lips to hips, and uhh, eyes to thighs
You're my so-phisti-cated lady
All mine, if you wasn't, I'd go cra-zay
[Outro: Jazzyfatnastees, Pos, Fatman Scoop]
Baby, baby, won't you be my baby, baby? (Two, two, yeah baby, this is, uh, Posda on the microphone)
Be my baby, baby, baby, baby (WRMS rocks the best!
Hey, hey hey – it's the Fatman Scoop on the air and in your hair)
Baby, baby, won't you be my baby, baby?
(That was JFB "Baby, Baby, Baby, Oooh!")
Be my baby, baby, baby, baby (Bay-bah! Haha!
I'll pick my nose, wash my clothes, and I'll be back in a minute with Busta Rhymes...)
Baby, baby, won't you be my baby, baby
(The mighty infamous Zhané, A Tribe Called Quest, nonetheless – WRMS)
Be my baby, baby, baby, baby
(Fatman Scoop, time to get this rap loot, yeah, yeah)
L-L-L-L-I, L-I
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