Timbaland - Baby Bubba Lyrics

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It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that

Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?

I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack

Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack

C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all

Where my cats think you feel me at?

Alla y'all, and when we earn that

They finally let the dish and the pan

Hit us all with some cash

Let me get to Virginia, link up with Timbaland

Now I'm bustin' they ass

Now they callin' me the Incredible Man

I'ma shit it sick like, yeah

And there is one thing to understand

Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am

Spit what I spit 'cause I don't give a damn

Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers

On some durag, it's 'bout to be the all that is

New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin' deal

Hey

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

Well, he caught me in my van

The gun shot men forward

Check me out in my black Transam dippin' on that man, who that be?

Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me

Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride

We don't care though, nigga we just three fly guys

All up in your local mall pickin' all your local broads

Holla, if you wanna get into a local brawl

We the in-timidators, y'all intimidated

By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it

Low riders hittin' on switches

As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon

What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up

For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut

What 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 hospitality

The come of the me, the come of the Pete

The come of the 'goo, the come of the G

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

Well, he caught me in my van

The gun shot men forward

Mag, spit it 'til I die fucker

You with your label kissin' ass like a damn sucker

Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news

Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue

If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some Vodafone

N-Y to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter

Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile

I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild

You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man

South boys ain't fuckin' playin', check them

This week got OutKast and No Limit in Eightball

Scarface, Ludacris and Goodie Mob, uh

We do it country 'cause we proud of this shit

All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick

I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be

They tryna take my love man and it bothered me

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

Well, he caught me in my van

The gun shot men forward

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Hey, baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Hey, baby bubba

Well, he caught me in my van

The gun shot men forward

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