Fabolous LYRICS

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Fabolous - Bad ***** - lyrics

[fabolous]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, Im a ghetto superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
Im trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
[verse]
Im trying to kill two birds with one stone
Its 151s prone, that have you and huns stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know yall parents wouldnt con-done
Its you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to g
But you know youngn would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tonguen each other
Wow! its a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can probly pollie, both of these bobby darlies
That take off their rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on harleys
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin marley
I hope this aint tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of yall look in thongs
[chorus]
I got a bad ***** on my left side (oww)
Bad ***** on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad ***** on my left side (oww)
Bad ***** on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
[verse]
Im willing to geese em if they feeling a threesome
Im pulling up in the gt before the dealers release them
I aint with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most menage trois and lama taje (? )
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me two time johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mamis
This brother done had em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from adam
Im always this humble boo, hell yes!
Its cool for your girlfriend to come through too
[chorus]
[verse]
At the most itll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, its a studio in fab crib
One of yall can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make doublemint commercials
After trying x, I can only imagine what yall be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I dont care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that Im poking her while Im fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I aint know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
Like f-a, b-o, l-o, u-s (oww)
[chorus]

Fabolous - Baby - lyrics

[Intro]
Fab... [5X]
Can you be my B-A-B-Y?
[M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
And why would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet
But only one thing could keep me off the street
And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y
I can be why you always be fly
And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does
We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed
In a V-dub and that's only be-cause
[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Need someone to be my (baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans
Gonna find someone to be my (baby)
..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby)
[Verse 2: Fab]
After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga
You like this, that, you do bla bla
Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, it's time to do you mama
First I'ma put you on your back
And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track
Then I'ma lay you on your side
And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside
But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side
You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride
And my baby know how to start me up
You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up
And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills
I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real
It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple
And won't we make a good...(baby)?
[Bridge: Mike Shorey]
Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me
But you're so amazing
I just want us to do this exclusively
Say you'll be my baby
[Verse 3: Fab]
My baby's the only one I bring to the villa
That can get the bling and the scrilla
Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla
And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller
I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila
I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller"
I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y
[Chorus]
[Intro: 'til end]

Fabolous - Breath - lyrics

BREATHE (Oh!)
Woo! Woo! Woo!
BREATHE!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz cant breathe when I come through, hum too
some shoes gotta be 20 man
its not even funny they cant BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
the left looks too right
you know what? You right
these *****es cant BREATHE
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
they start chasin
but im so fast when I blow past that they cant BREATHE
In the presence of the man
your future looks better than ya past if u present with the man
U betta BREATHE
U niggas cant share my air
or walk around in the pair I wear
and im getting better year by year
like they say Juan do
cops couldnt smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry *****es wanna taste my wealth
but I keep em on a diet
embrace they health
or either keep em on a quiet
and space myself
and just take a deep breath
I got em grabbin they chest
cuz its hurtin em to see fab in his best
and they in they worst
they rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back,
and I'm not just layin a verse
im sayin the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
cant leave the dick alone
so I know
its one of them everytime I get my phone
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz cant breathe when I come through, hum too
some shoes gotta be 20 man
its not even funny they cant BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
the left looks too right
you know what? You right
these *****es cant BREATHE
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
they start chasin
but im so fast when I blow past that they cant BREATHE
In the presence of the man
your future looks better than ya past if u present with the man
*****, BREATHE
I see em on the block when I passes
lookin like they need oxygen mask-s
I make it hard to BREATHE
but I keep the glocks in the stashes
cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
and make it hard to BREATHE
they has to react
like havin a asthma attack
when they see the plasma in back
you dudes r wheezin behind me
my flow is like a coup, breezin at 90
thats the reason they signed me
its quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
feels something like hard punches to the gut
how I address the haters, and under estimaters
and ride up on them like they escalators
they shook up, and hooked up to respirators
on they last breath talking to investigators
im a breathe of fresh air
and a fresh pair
face it boo, and do it till ur face get blue
and then BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz cant breathe when I come through, hum too
some shoes gotta be 20 man
its not even funny they cant BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
the left looks too right
you know what? You right
these *****es cant BREATHE
In the presence of the man
your future looks better than ya past if u present with the man
*****, BREATHE
When the crew walk in it
pop a few corks in it
as quick as a tick in a new york minute
catch a breath, fore u catch a left
even worse, catch a tef
only way u catch a f
to the AB, its in the maybe
rollin with my baby
grippin on a toy that you wont find in KB
I rhyme slick on ya
ima hav to put the Heimlich on ya
wut u know know bout letting dimes lick on ya? Till they inhale ya seed
and they dont stop till I tell em to breathe
like a doctor with a stethoscope
I dont see no *****in hope
unless these mother*****ers BREATHE
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta, uptown gotta, the Bronx gotta, Queens gotta, staten isl. gotta, u niggas gotta, u *****es gotta, everybody BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
BREATHE (repeats)

Fabolous - Breathe - lyrics

WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Hook 1
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These *****es can't BREATHE
Hook 2
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Juan do
Cops couldn't smel me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry *****es wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in a hearse than they lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
They got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
[Bridge]
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I made it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up the respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE
[Bridge]
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the mayb
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find i +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no *****in hope
Unless these mother*****as BREATHE
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You *****es gotta
Everybody BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta... BREATHE
Then you gotta...
Then you gotta...
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE

Fabolous - Brooklyn - lyrics

(feat. Jay-z, Uncle Murda)
[chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
[fabolous:]
Im Righthere Big Ya Boy Sit'n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-stuy Fly
Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean
Clinton Hill The Chill Red-hook Look Man Aint No Shook Hands In Brooklyn
Son Yo Life Could Get Took Man Threw Off Bridges 1 Hard Top Two Hard *****es
Ride Through The Borough With Two Four Fizez Phantom Open Up Like Two Door Fridges
(woah!) Im Makin Change To New York Digits From 718 To 187 Da 212 To 211 Yaboys Back
With A New One Son
(huh?)
[chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At (ny,ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn (ny,ny)
Wherebrookyln At? Brooklyn At (ny,ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where (uh.huh) Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
[fabolous:] I See You Brooklyn What It Look Like?
[jay-z:]
Im Right Here Fab Wavin The Flag Im From Nostrand Ave
I Came To Take Da Game In My Daddy Kane Chain Niggas Gave It Up Smooth
They Aint Wanan Hearthe Bang ,bang Im Back On My Bully Shit That Flatbush
Bushwick Black Hoodie Shit Half A Billi. In The Bankrow Bank Stop Any Body
Bank Stop Anybody What You Bank Hoe? Big B's On The Wheels Spread Love
The Brooklyn Way "b" How's It Feeeel?
Im On My Robin Thicke Shit If Shit Eva Gets Thicke Im Back To Robin Niggas Quick
Trick Click? Anie Up All U Niggas Is Brittney Pull Ya Panties Up Whole Borough Is Wit
Me Hol Ya Cannons Up Buck 1 4 Buck Town Brooklyn What The Fuuuuuck
[chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(east New York) Brookyln At? Brooklyn At (brooklyn) Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(king Of All Boroughs We So Thorow) Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
[uncle Murda:]
Im Right Here Hov Uncle Murda Feelin' Goodi Hookd Up Wit Jigga
Got My Grandma Out Da Hood Roc Is Bac Now Look At Niggas Ow Dey Cant Say
J Aint Sign A Brooklyn Nigga Where Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At?
Shootin Somebody Up Or Gettin Off Dem Packs Or Gointo The Club
Lookin For Somrthin To Yap Or Runnin To Ya Crib Like Where The Safe At?
East Newyork I'll Shoot Ya They'll Gat Ya Homie Brownsville Rob Ya
They'll Clap Ya Homie Bed-stuy I'll Get U Killed For 100 Grams.
Get A Coney Island Nigga To Pull The Trigga Man Ask Flex He Use To Run Da Tudel
Brookyln Had Dudes Scared To Rep Their Borow Uncle Murda Imma Rep 2 Da Fullest
Like Saionin Da Club I Throw Bullets! Bullets!
[chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At ? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
[fabolous:]
Iight Son Its A Like It Or Not Thing... Naw Mean? This 1's For Brooklyn
Im In Ma Bed -stuy Fly U Kno? Bushwick Sick I Walk Dat East New York Walk
Brownsville Grill Got Ma Fort Greene Lean Ha Ha Clinton Hill Shill Red Hook Look
Dat Flatbush Push Naw Mean? Cypress Hill Feel Crown Heights Tight Wit It
Da Williamsburgswerve Coney Island Stylin On Em Canarsie Flawsy
Park Slope Dope U Kno? Ya Digg? Dis Fa Brooklyn Its Young Brooklyn

Fabolous - B.K. Style - lyrics

Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin
Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12's
You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's
I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin
Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!
Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut,

Fabolous - Baby (Remix) - lyrics

Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab
Can you be my B A B Y?
I'll never call another lover mine
And why would I? And why should I?
When I seen a lady tonight with my good eye
That I would try and make my
(Baby, baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood high
When I saw you and I stood by
Just looking at your onion
Girl, I could cry and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet
But only one thing could keep me off the street
And that's if you be my, B A B Y
I can be why you always be fly
And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I.G. was
That's how F A B does
We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed
In a V-dub and that's only because
Need someone to be my
(Baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rocking those phat jeans
(Baby)
Gonna find someone to be my
(Baby)
I see some ladies tonight that should be having my
(Baby, baby)
After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga
You like this, that, you do bla bla
Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's
It's time to do you mama
First I'ma put you on your back
And make you scream out just like I put you on the track
(Baby)
Then I'ma lay you on your side
And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside
But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side
You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride
And my baby know how to start me up
You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up
And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills
I ask you 'cuz I know you gonna gimme it real
It won't be fake and don't we make a good couple
And won't we make a good?
(Baby)
Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me
But you're so amazing
I just want us to do this exclusively
Say you'll be my baby
My baby's the only one I bring to the villa
That can get the bling and the scrilla
Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla
And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller
I'm watching that like the boxing match
In the ring of Manila
I wanna keep it coming like the singles of 'Thriller'
I mean if you still uh, my B A B Y
Need someone to be my
(Baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rocking those phat jeans
(Baby)
Gonna find someone to be my
(Baby)
I see some ladies tonight that should be having my
(Baby, baby)
Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab
Can you be my B A B Y?
I'll never call another lover mine
Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab
Can you be my B A B Y?
I'll never call another lover mine
Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab
Can you be my B A B Y?
I'll never call another lover mine

Fabolous - Breathe (Remix) - lyrics

(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Breathe!
[bridge]
One And Then The Two
Two And Then The Three
Three And Then The Four
Then You Gotta Breathe
One And Then The Two
Two And Then The Three
Three And Then The Four
Then You Gotta Breathe
Then You Gotta (gasp)
Then You Gotta (gasp)
[hook I]
Yo These Niggaz Can't Breathe When I Come Through, Hum Too
Some Shoes, Gotta Be 20 Man
It's Not Even Funny They Can't Breathe
The Choke Holds Too Tight
The Left Looks Too Right
You Know What? You Right
These *****es Can't Breathe
[hook Ii]
Look Look, They Hearts Racin'
They Start Chasin'
But I'm So Fast When I Blow Past
That They Can't Breathe
In The Presence Of The Man
Your Future Looks Better Than Ya Past If You Present With The Man
You Betta Breathe
You Niggaz Can't Share My Air
Or Walk A Mile In The Pair I Wear
And I'm Gettin Better Year By Year
Like They Say Wine Do
Cops Couldn't Smell Me If You Brought The Canines Through
And I Pace Myself
I Know These Money Hungry *****es Wanna Taste My Wealth
But I Keep Em' On A Diet
Embrace They Health
Or Either Keep Em' On A Quiet
And Space Myself
And Just Take A Deep Breath
I Got Em' Grabbin' They Chest
Cuz It's Hurtin' Em' To See Fab In His Best
And They In They Worst
They Rather See Me Lay In The Hearse Than Lay In The Back
And I Ain't Just Layin A Verse
I'm Sayin The Facts
I Came Back With Some Sicka Stones
That Got These Broke Niggaz Lookin At Me Like They Chokin' On A Chicken Bone
Every Chick I Bone
Can't Leave The Dick Alone
So I Know
It's One Of Them Everytime I Flip My Phone
[bridge]
Re-re-remix!
[50 Cent]
I'm The Topic In Every Barbershop And Beauty Salon
Cause These Other Niggas That Rap Ain't On The Shit That I'm On
Cause 50 This, 50 That, 50 Stay With A Gat
Thirty-two Shots In The Clip, Hollow Tips In The Mack
But When I Come Through, Shh... The Talking Stop
My Money Long Now, I Can Make The Pope Get Shot
Now, We Can Blow An Hour Talking Bout The Stones I Rock
All The Hoes I Got, Cause He Stunts In The Drop
I'm Marking My Music Like Diesel On The Block
So If You With Me You Gon' Eat And You Gon' Starve If You Not
Weed Smokers Love Me Like They Love Buddha
I'll Send Your Kids Through The Shooter, Crip Niggas Love Me Like They Love Hoova
They Tell Me See Careful Good, Cause Niggas Wanna See Like You
They Ain't Used To A G Like You
[talking]
Yeah, Niggas Talking All That Gangsta Shit
*****ing Head Blown Off Nigga
[bridge]
[ma$e]
I See The Girls In The Club, They Gettin' Wild For Me
And All The Pretty Chicks All Wanna Smile At Me
These Rap Cats Man They All Got They Style From Me, They All Got They Style From Me

Fabolous - Baby Don't Go - lyrics

(feat. Jermaine Dupri, T-pain)
[intro: T-pain (fabolous) {j.d.}]
I Try To Play Cool
Actin Like What You Do Don't Phase Me, Don't Phase Me
Meanwhile I'm Sittin At Home, All Alone
Tryin To Keep Myself From Goin Crazy
When I'm In The House, When I Think About
When I See You Out, When I Hear About {t-pain}
I Want My Baby Back! {'lo-so} And I Thought It Would Be Easy
But It's Hard For Me To Let You Go~!
(baby Don't) Go! (baby Don't) Go!
(baby Don't) Go (baby Don't) {y'all Know What This Is}
[fabolous]
Now I'm Better Than Your Ex, Gon' Be Better Than Your Next
Baby Screwed Up So You Better Be From Tex-as
Can't Seem To Doubt That I Creamed Her Out
Now You Dream About How I Turned Nieman Out
Nothin To Scream About Just Back Your Beemer Out
Pack It Up In The Trunk, Go Back To Kima House
Cause I Can Play Cool, But I Can't Play Fool
There's Options In Break Up, You Ever Play Pool?
Better Do You Cause I Damn Sure Does Me
And What Your Buzz Be Is Only Because Of Me
The Wifey, Hus-by, Never Was Me
I Does Me, Trust Me
I Don't Wanna Another You So I'ma Slide (yup)
But I Got Another Boo, On The Side, Bay-bay
[chorus: T-pain (fabolous) {unlisted J.d. Ad Libs}]
I Try To Play Cool
Actin Like What You Do Don't Phase Me, Don't Phase Me
Meanwhile I'm Sittin At Home, All Alone
Tryin To Keep Myself From Goin Crazy
When I'm In The House, When I Think About
When I See You Out, When I Hear About
I Want My Baby Back! And I Thought It Would Be Easy
But It's Hard For Me To Let You Go~!
(baby Don't) Go! (baby Don't) Go!
(baby Don't) Go (baby Don't)
[fabolous]
Through The Time I Been Alone, Time I Spent On Phones
Know You Ain't Lettin Them Climb Up In My Throne
Now, Baby That Lime With That Patron
Have Me Talkin Crazy, It's Time To Come On Home
Now, I Talk With Someone Above
It's Okay To Lose Your Pride Over Someone You Love
Don't Lose Someone You Love Though Over Your Pride
Stick Wit'cha Entree And Get Over Your Side
We Break Up To Make Up At Jacob's Baby
Her Parents Fought Too, I'm The Makeup Baby
Wake Up Baby, Love'll Have You Open Though
I Mean You Seen Tom Cruise On The Oprah Show
So I Just Can't Bet On The Next Hand
There's Too Much In This Pot Just To Give To The Next Man
[chorus]
[fabolous]
Now If You Ain't Never Went Through It You Ain't Really Into It
The Next Rap To Show You I Really Been Through It
Every Other Day I'm Givin The Love Away
That's What Your Friend's Sister Or Little Brother Say
If I'ma Do Somethin, It's The Undercover Way
When Them Hatin Ass Watchdogs Look The Other Way
And Others May Not See That We Need Each Other
But If We On The Same Page We Can Read Each Other
They Should Learn Us, Instead Of Try To Turn Us
Mr. And Ms. Smith, We Both Got The Burners - Up~!
If You Love Your Baby Then Turn This Up
Know We Keep This Hot Like A Thermos Cup
Relax, Don't Be Tryin To Perm Us Up
We Already Straight - Yesss
[chorus]
[jermaine Dupri]
Fab We Gon' Have To Make A Dance To This Song Man!
Y'knahmean; Ain't No Way You Can't Dance On This
Uhhh, T-pain!
[t-pain]
I Want My Baby Back! And I Thought It Would Be Easy
But It's Hard For Me To Let You Go~!

Fabolous - Brooklyn's Finest - lyrics

Aiyyo Drama this the first
This the first time you had a nigga from Brooklyn
I think with a gangsta grill man
And I-I-I, I just wanna
I-I just wanna say thank you man
for takin Brooklyn down bottom y'knahmsayin?
Lettin niggaz see what's goin on man
I know niggaz heard a lot about Brooklyn
They heard about Big, they heard about Jay
But Brooklyn's still comin nigga, we still comin
There's a lot of niggaz, y'knahmean? Brooklyn is one of the
hungriest places in this muh'*****in planet
We walk around with our ribs touchin nigga
I'm still touchin - e'rywhere I walk
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