"Baby Bubba" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO

TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS

"Baby Bubba"
(feat. Petey Pablo)

(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)

[Petey Pablo]It's the dippy dippy don now you heard thatLet's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?I got shit here to make you down on twelve-packCall Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sackC'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'allWhere my cats think you feel me at?Alla y'all, and when we earn thatThey finally let the dish and the panThen I start with some cashLet me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with TimbalandNow I'm bustin they assNow they callin me The Incredible ManI'ma shit it sick like YEAHHHAnd there is one thing to understandY'all know what it is and Petey is just what I amSpit what I spit cause I don't give a damnSpin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawersOn some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that isNew broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin dealHeyyyyyy

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaWe lost the music selectorHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubbaWell 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 meJust because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDEHe don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYSall up in your local mall pickin all your local broadsHOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawlWe the in-timidators, y'all in-timidatedby our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate itLOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switchesAs we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit upFor the cool amigos with Tequila in the gutWhat y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitalityThe come of the me, the come of the PeteThe come of the 'goo, the come of the G

[Chorus]

[Magoo]Mag spit it 'til I die fuckerYou wit your label kissin ass like a damn suckerMeanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the newsDo my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sueIf I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughterStayin in the French quarter and listen to JuvenileI like that South shit, all my niggaz is wildYou gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin manSouth boys ain't fuckin playin - check themThis week got OutKast and No Limit, and EightballScarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHHWe do it country cause we proud of this shitAll those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dickI ain't a thug and I ain't tryna beThey tryna take my love man and it bothered me

[Chorus - repeat 2X]