Somethin' I Would Do Lyrics - Baby Beesh

(SPM) 

I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse 

(Grimm) 

Then just freestyle it 

(SPM) 

Alright, I can do that 

First Verse (SPM): 

Bring it back, drop the top on the 'Lac 

Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback 

Got the black gat, can't come wack 

'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap 

Now they call me up, all on nuts 

Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks 

Sippin' on Dom Perigion 

Five, six songs and my ass is gone 

Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone 

See if my boy Baby Beesh is home 

From San Anton to the Astrodome 

Smoke weed with Cheech, and hash with Chong 

Two A.M. sunglasses on 

'Twice last night', that's my nastiest song 

Now it's on, ask my T. Jones 

Seem like the whole World on my ding-dong 

Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): 

(Baby Beesh) 

Take two hits and pass it on to you... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Fill my swimmin' pool up with some brew 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

Second Verse (SPM): 

Well I'm S-P-Mex in the place to be 

And I went to Bedrock University 

I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich 

I chill with the real and I won't never switch 

Jump out the bed, come from the head 

Last name Flintstone, first name Fred 

My low-low, hop like a pogo 

Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto 

Run from no one 'cause I might get a cramp 

Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food stamps 

Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools 

Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels 

Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): 

(Baby Beesh) 

Smokin', chokin' on PePe LePew... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Make a dollar bill turn into two.... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

Third Verse (SPM): 

You wanna play with the S, ha? 

Twenty-five on my dresser 

White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta 

Slow and low, here we go 

Doin' the impossible 

Jam rock & roll 

Exotic cold 

I done lost my high a lil' while ago 

Put away your gun, have some fun 

Not no star, but I'm stabbin' one 

A stallion, saddle up the horses 

My Gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress 

Two divorces and only lost a Corvette 

My third wife, STILL ain't born yet 

No sweat, I relax in Houston 

I'm the one that went gold, with no distribution 

Rhymin', now them hoes mine and 

Your boy went from muthaf**kin' dimes to diamonds 

Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM): 

(Baby Beesh) 

Drop my top and pick up DJ Screw 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Show my love, I'll show it back to you... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Tell your kid to stay his ass in school... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Step on stage and act just like a fool... 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two 

(SPM) 

Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do 

(Baby Beesh) 

Say Homeboy you stepped in Doggy-Doo 

Go outside and please wash off your shoe 

(SPM) 

Say Grimm, roll another Baby dick and let's get high, fa sho!