Lyrics: On Tha Curb
Album: Smokin Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
 

Im standing on teh curb,
Puffinon the herb,
Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve,
Im trying to stay high,
Tru to the trilla,
Tryin to get richer cuz it all about them illaz,

Im standing on teh curb,
Puffin on the herb,
Tryin get what a mother fucker deserve,
Im trying to stay high,
Tru to the trilla,
Tryin to get richer cus it all about them illaz,

Well that’s the way I put it down,
R&D we we faved teh clown,
Purple essence all around,
See me and my folks we blaze the pounds,
Ain’t no brown , It’s all green,
Playas know what the hell I mean,
A whole new scheme, a whole new dream,
I just got me a triple beam,

From a dope feen,
But he a homie though,
Use to be a balla,
Till he started using all his dough,

Rock it up, Chop it up and a sack it u,
All true to the rules may be,
No fool you always actin up,
And they know woofin,
They loving what these fentles cookin,
Thats why im jukin,
That candy creme, wit that cash,
and that mary jane,
you know tha game,
I gots to gets tha money man,

(Chorus2x)

My playz dreams are magical,
My top notch game is valubable,
Im stackin my mathematical,
Cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe,
A Las Vegas Nevada hoe,
Strip Her into national,
Some big old tits and ass an all,
She lobes all by that grass I grow,
Her schedule ain’t flexible,
They all libe in Mexico,
Got a semi truck with hella blow,
And he scats across the border hoe,
That’s why, the duck is coming buckets,
Posted on teh gizzard,
Blowing sweets like they gots trumpets,

(Chorus 2x)

Before I run out
Let me be cocky cuz I have teh habit,
That fluffy rabbit,
That Purple puss,
That white magic,
It got them feening,
For a mouth pieve that be poppin pees an,
Got them sick and queezin,
Can’t let them haters be teh reason,
You taking losses,
Fuckin off ur credit that ain’t cool,
Then you wonder why these fool ride and blast at you,
That’s the game and the game gonna take a stride,
It’s baby bash, baby boy im come take a ride,

(Chorus 2x)