Saigon - Come On Baby (Remix) Lyrics
(C'mon Baby; feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)[Just Blaze:]You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yea, Jus Bleezy)[Swizz Beatz:]Hey - hands UP!Hey - hands UP![Just Blaze:]Ladies and gentlemen, you STILL rockin with the bestI bought a few friends along, we gon do it like this, c'monONE (ONE) TWO (TWO) THREE - HERE WE GO![Saigon:]It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically insaneThe rhyme like her-oin, you stick it in ya veinThe track somethin like crack, it hits ya in ya brain (ya brain)C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get with the gangThey put the world's most underratedOn the record with the greatest of all time, can't no one debate itSome made it fun to say that I am goin to make itI will not lose, some of the shit he do is too understated (I... will... not... lose)(Who you?) Saigon the DonLet it be proved to people that I'm a phenomenonI'll pop a ***** person that play with my parmaseanC'mon baby, c'mon come get it on with the 'GonYou gotta be kiddin me! Who you think can body me lyricallyGet him - I'll gladly provide his ABSITE, sissyMy name Saigitty, this is MY city!Hov' spit it with me - go get 'em Swizzy![Chorus: Swizz Beatz]Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unkKeep goin now...New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-umpDon't touch the boy, yup!Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unkI'll whip ya ass fromNew York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-umpONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE![Jay-Z:]You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z?When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me?Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, was it all gravy?I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer babyMy first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybeBut then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter babyMat'a fact, I don't give a ***** where you rate meRecord labels told me, "No" - guess what the ***** they made me? !Super rich! Stupid *****es know I'm super visciousLike, standin over a wounded man with, two biscuitsLet's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflictedMy flow is like the Cuban Missle CrisisNigga, my hand missles in pricelessI hide a couple rare jewels in a verseFor my niggaz that like to listen like thisHahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, babyC'MON![Chorus][Saigon:]Four finger, three finger, two finger, one fingerHumdinger, gun slinger, that's what I amI spit it slick as the shit that's in a Crisco canSo you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha manGot the rap shit down to a chemistryLotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to meI rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentaryMe, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century"Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, *****er ya heard that!I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds atShe ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnacThen it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the backAnd way before my contract, I had hoesRappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broadsI'm feelin disrespectedIf ev'rybody *****in dimes, who got all these UGLY *****es pregnant? ![Chorus]
