Baby Bash - Numero Uno Lyrics

Writer(s) : ANDREWS, DARREL ISAAC / SCOTT, JOSEPH W. / BRYANT, RONALD RAY / HOGLUND, KIM ERIKSEN
Artist: Baby Bash Lyrics
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Album: Track 1 on Cyclone
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I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, oh, no, no
I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, oh, no, no, baby

It's the numero uno, number one chulo
Ridin' on the slab with a top notch cool, oh
Everybody you know, say they do it big
Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is

I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it
They might got muscle but they got no logic
And I got a big heart by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin'

Now stir that up and add it up
From Mexico to Canada
Professional, no amateur
And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up

Then beat it up, then spank it up
'Til the **** DJ crank it up
I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line
Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no, baby

Now you can go black or you can go white
You can go red or brown but it still ain't right
If the sauce ain't tight and the swag ain't crispy
With that bullshit you can't miss me

Crissy Lizzy's don't get nathin'
They about drama, I'm about bakin'
Never would I fake 'cause I just don't purr
Ten thousand square feet and you ain't even gotta work

'Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one
Space fly like a punk rock Jetson
Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one
The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one"

Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don't miss the jet
Extra menace, no disrespect
Hop on, don't miss the jet

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no

I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, numero uno
I'm the one, hold up, hold up
Oh, no, no, baby

I tips and dips in Cadillacs
And I don't even trip off battle raps
Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks
Find this thick little mami and I handle that

By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens
Squares don't know, that's what dollar means
Straight up out that Vallejo
H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro


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