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    "Don't Disrespect My Mind" Lyrics

    Baby Bash

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:04:10
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    [Low G]
    Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston
    Second War, that be the place where I do my dirt
    Kickin' doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows
    I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive
    I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz
    LSR, I kept it real from the fuckin' start
    I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood is so dirty
    I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried
    Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home
    It aint much, but its something I can call my own
    I go to war at any times, at any place
    Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
    I want your j' s, your jacket, and your jewelry
    What the fuck you on my block, if you aint cool with me
    You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind
    I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime
    On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
    Low G, now I got to earn another strike
    Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
    Ghetto close, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far

    [Chorus: repeat 8X]
    Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika

    [Baby Bash]
    A maggets gon' be a magget, fagget's gon' be a fagget
    But if they want some static, I got an automatic
    This automatic, if I grab it
    Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
    Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket
    Looked at the wound and autographed it
    The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
    Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
    And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
    I get my shit dirt cheifed, the way I like it
    You disrespect the clik, puto I get excited
    My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie
    A Commodore, when I go to war
    so get down so I can touch you quickly
    No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
    You fuck with punks, that's why I don't fuck with you
    Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted
    A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
    Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
    So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin'

    [Chorus]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant, Wilson Flores.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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