Baby Pa

[Intro] The original... ahhh..... Let them niggas know how you livin [Verse 1] I split ya wig then shape it up Fill it wit good things I bring then tape it up Believe us it's the beat batterer with the flow Breaking into instrumental mindstates so Another dollar another day Some brothas wanna play Others choose to parlay Either way it's all good they say So me, I be loungin, youthful like a fountain The hardcore adore Bumpin' out ya monitor Poppin a thermometer in the night fever I keeps a bag of cheeba inside my pocket So when I feel the urge to get nice, then I spark it Word to god this so real to how I'm livin' No doubt they bout to catch a bad decision You can't front, cuz I'm on a head hunt All year and all month, wit the blood, so whatchu want [Chorus] The original, baby pa ya'll Check it out The original, baby pa ya'll [Verse 2] A sip of liquor, and I become the mic gripper Wild like the OJ Simpson trial, pal(now?) figure Meanwhile I hold the vile style, or the card(?) To chomp and bite, till their heads feel like I drop a kite to my man cuz we tight And think about the things that they had brang in the night Dreams make me worry if my visions blurry So if I feel it in my heart, does that make me smart? You never know what kinda flavors in the mission Money, sex or murder, true facts I'm fixin' Once the rhyme clickin', then I'm lyric lickin' Stickin' and movin', to the groove that's loopin Scoopin the honey dips come fine wit the juicy lips Jimmy hats for them contagious putie cats It ain't nothin but the (dog?) like Blackstreet In the car, in the bed, or on the loveseat [Chorus] The original, baby pa ya'll Check it out The original, baby pa ya'll [Verse 3] Extreme satisfaction, wit the mic Good fashion, and overpass the trash I (disable?) with a passion There' certain shit I'm not havin' It's not a laughn' matter The sytle I kick is fatter People, (grab a type?), hoes? be alerted The clip is inserted and with accuracy G, I squirt it Perfect timin', (line em all up?) (flippin?) the script like that man in The Shining A natural force of habit sets off the magic Faggots that want static'll have to take drastic Measures, it will be my pleasure to do you harm Exposive, my motive, effective like a charm Word is bond, make no mistakes how I'm, fadin fakes The undercover jakes bones' break when I demonstrate Not even too soon or too late With the '95 style vibratin through the ground