NFA - Babaloo Lyrics

I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
I got that loot for real
My hitters shoot to kill
I'm in my Coupe Deville
These some big shoes to fill
Es puro sin maizena
Camioneta llena
Mezclando los platos
Buscando la cena
I'm about to Al Capone this
I'm about to do it major
I might have to drop the phone soon
I might have to get a pager
If you fuckin with the family
Shit, I might just have to fade ya
Hit you like a cup of Folgers
Getting picked up by your soldiers
They don't really want to fade us, no
Hasta las quinta voy
Las nenas todas se ajuntan
Dicen llego Santa Claus
Con dinero en la funda
Apartamento en el cielo
Todo los billetes azules
Everybody can't do this
Fuck what you talkin' bout
Yo so mi competencia
Nadie lo hace mas duro
I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
He ain't pickin' up his trap phone
He ain't replenish the minutes
I might have to do the big worm
If he aint out movin' my spinach
The only thing that I do not tolerate
Is you out here fuckin' with my dinner
My baby need shoes
His mama be riffin'
Homie don't you remind me that I'm a sinner
Noo
We've been trappin' since them chirp phones
Why you try me
Me hace falta mi dinero
Why you hiding?
Boy, you know I got that loot for real
All of my hitters gon' shoot to kill
Lookin' like Boyz n da Hood
But its Dade County version
Out that Coupe Deville
Skip them Forgiatos boy
I feel like rockin' Daytons
150 spokes
That Chevy hella scrapin'
I got my Paytons on
With my Conine jersey
Tony Brigante, Al Pacino
Dan Marino, Bambino
I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo

I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
I got that loot for real
My hitters shoot to kill
I'm in my Coupe Deville
These some big shoes to fill
Es puro sin maizena
Camioneta llena
Mezclando los platos
Buscando la cena
I'm about to Al Capone this
I'm about to do it major
I might have to drop the phone soon
I might have to get a pager
If you fuckin with the family
Shit, I might just have to fade ya
Hit you like a cup of Folgers
Getting picked up by your soldiers
They don't really want to fade us, no
Hasta las quinta voy
Las nenas todas se ajuntan
Dicen llego Santa Claus
Con dinero en la funda
Apartamento en el cielo
Todo los billetes azules
Everybody can't do this
Fuck what you talkin' bout
Yo so mi competencia
Nadie lo hace mas duro
I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
He ain't pickin' up his trap phone
He ain't replenish the minutes
I might have to do the big worm
If he aint out movin' my spinach
The only thing that I do not tolerate
Is you out here fuckin' with my dinner
My baby need shoes
His mama be riffin'
Homie don't you remind me that I'm a sinner
Noo
We've been trappin' since them chirp phones
Why you try me
Me hace falta mi dinero
Why you hiding?
Boy, you know I got that loot for real
All of my hitters gon' shoot to kill
Lookin' like Boyz n da Hood
But its Dade County version
Out that Coupe Deville
Skip them Forgiatos boy
I feel like rockin' Daytons
150 spokes
That Chevy hella scrapin'
I got my Paytons on
With my Conine jersey
Tony Brigante, Al Pacino
Dan Marino, Bambino
I did some thangs around my gang and made it through
When I call papi up for one he'd throw me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo
Llamo a mi nena en el celly 'Wut dey do'
I told her bring a friend, she messed round brought me two
That's that Babaloo
That's that Babaloo