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Saigon - Come On Baby (Remix)
(Hey, hands UP! Hey, hands UP!) {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby?}
Ladies and gentlemen... (hey!) [scratches] {don't U, don't U, don't U...}
You're now rockin' (hey!) with the best... (hey!)
Just Blaze... (whoo!) {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby?}
Swizzy! (hey, hands UP! hey, hands UP!) {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby?}
ONE... (ONE!) TWO... (TWO!) THREE, HERE WE GO! (HANDS UP!)
[Saigon {Sample from J. Geils Band's: "Southside Shuffle"}:]
Microphone check one, two; what is this?
The Yardfather comin' to give niggas the business! {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby?}
{Don't you?} It's so beyond rap; cock sucker we live this!
So uhm, come on, baby! Come on, come on and witness {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
The next 10 years of this shit, - the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
I been in the pen', been in the jects, been in the [?]
I been in the Benz, - been in the Lex, been in the MSX!
Yes! - I run ringers around the fraudulant type;
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more theen a mic'. {don't you baby? don't you baby?}
{Don't you?} I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please! - These wicked MC's squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby!}
{Don't you?} I Mike Tyson ya eye. - Put a permenant ring around it;
Then go run in the booth and sing about it! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't U?}
Look! - If I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
I'm like me on "Entourage", God I'm playin' myself. (Swizz Beatz: hold up, hands up!) - Let's go!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz {Sample from J. Geils Band's - "Southside Shuffle"}]
Hold up! The pump'll make you jump up, (C'MON!) put ya body in the tru-unk! (C'MON!)
{Don't you baby? don't you baby? don't U?} (whoo, whoo!) - Keep goin' nooowww (whooo!)
New York, (hey!) - and all the way to Cali' (C'MON!) and the South'll make ya ju-ump
{C'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?} (JUMP, JUMP) - Don't touch the boy, yup! (whooo!)
Hold up! The pump'll make you jump up, (C'MON!) put ya body in the tru-unk! (C'MON!)
{Don't you baby? don't you baby? don't U?} (whoo, whoo!) - I'll whip ya ass from (whooo!)
New York, (hey!) - and all the way to Cali' (C'MON!) and the South'll make ya ju-ump (OOHHH!)
{C'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?} (JUMP, JUMP) - ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE! (whooo!)
[Jay-Z {Sample from J. Geils Band's - "Southside Shuffle"}:]
You ain't crazy! Don't you play me! Don't you know it's Jay-Z?
When internets ask: "Who's the best"? - Why won't you say me? {don't you baby? don't you baby?}
{Don't you?} Don't you hate me? C'mon, baby! Was it all gravy?
I took my lumps comin' up just like a boxer baby. {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
My first style, hmm! - Maybe if I stuttered, maybe,
But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter, baby. {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, ba...}
Matter fact, - I don't give a FUCK where you rate me;
Record labels told me: "No! " - Guess what the fuck they made me?!
Super rich! Stupid bitches know I'm super viscious
Like - standin' over a wounded man with' - 2 biscuits. {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby?}
{Don't you?} Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted;
My flow is like the "Cuban Missle Crisis". {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
Nigga, my hand missles in priceless! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse - for my niggaz that like to listen like this. [echoes]
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Hahahah!
You gotta let it do what it do, baby!
Yeah.
C'MON!
[Chorus]
[Saigon {Sample from J. Geils Band's: "Southside Shuffle"}:]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger, {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby!}
Hum dinger, gun-slinger; that's what I am! {don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you baby? don't you}
Tryna get some cash in my hand as fast as I can;
So U should, - c'mon, baby! C'mon, c'mon and fuck with' ya man! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby!}
{Don't you?} I got this rap shit down to a science
Lota niggas' shit is aight - but they ain't fuckin' with' Brian! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby!}
{Don't you?} First there was some defiance, - 'til I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm hot as a fuckin' iron!
You lyin' - all the gunplay talk!
Knowin' behind closed doors you be practicin' on ya runway walk. {don't you baby? don't you baby?}
{Don't you baby? don't you?} I been in the kill, been in the cap! - Been in the box and back;
I been in the ville, trippin' the Gat, trimmin' a boxin' match! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby!}
{Don't you?} And I STIIILL walk around this fucker with not a scratch,
And that's way more then I can say for alota cats! {c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! c'mon, baby! don't you?}
My name's Saigon, nigga! - Break bread, muhfucka
'Fore I break ya fucking head, lil' sucka!
[Chorus] [beat stops]
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