At night, I can't seem to get no sleep,
Addicted to Indo and Hennessy,
I'm stressed on, got my vest on,
Let's hit the streets, time to put the West on,
Friday night, and I'm chillin' with my baby
In a black 600, Lorenzos on it,
And I'm all up on them thighs, smokin' on doja,
So I guess I didn't see the niggas behind me ...
We at the stoplight (get out yo car, nigga),
Before I exit (they start the pullin' triggas),
So now I'm duckin' and I'm divin', tryin' to survive and
All I can hear is gunshots and cryin',
In an instant (looks like the cryin' stopped)
When I looked at my Benz, all my windows bucked out,
I see my girlfriend layin' on the asphalt bleedin' lookin' deadat me,
And all I can say is ...
[Chorus]
Bye bye, baby, I can't believe it,
These niggas just shot my baby,
The only thing that make me go crazy,
Somebody gon' feel my .380,
My, my baby, won't live to see it,
It's gon' be murder, I guarantee it,
They already had comin' 'fore they step into me,
But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby ...
Now I met her at the Beverly, as she was like the bombest,
(She had me goin', nigga) I'm goin' be honest,
She was stacked with big backs behind her,
Matter of fact, she kinda little like Tyra,
All the niggas used to stop when they seen her,
Dressed in black, laid back demeanor,
(Gone now) And I'm all upset,
(I'm like a grown child) I want my baby back,
(But now it's on, pal) All things behind us,
I wanna take you where no one can find ya, mind ya,
I'm about to go crazy (gimme my baby),
Gimme my baby ...
[Chorus]
Now I try not to think about all the things we did together,
We had the bedroom walls just shakin' from in the livin' room,
I was so infatuated with everythin' you do,
Somebody took you away from me with a shell or two,
And I'm-a ride 'cause that's what the hell I do,
Gon' be some madness, girl, I'm tellin' you,
This shell's for you, what they wanna do ...
[Chorus to fade]
compositores: MICHAEL MOSLEY, TERRANCE QUAITES, TYE HOWARD
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