Light Up (feat. Z-Ro, Berner & Baby-E) - Baby Bash

Uh, I've been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffers and low fades I keep thinkin', how young can you die from old age? They always tell me: "Nobody's workin' as hard as you" And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true 'Cause while all of my closest friends out partyin' I'm just here makin' all the music that they party to But party on, party on all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous: prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin' grown man liars Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire Uh, but I just want to tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot The shit feel like when Fredro Starr Was in Sunset Park stuntin' hard in his yellow goose - yeah! And I'm a motherfuckin' missed target But a target nonetheless, and I just started Was that directed at moi? Can't be They must be talkin' to themselves, Hov: hands free Yeah, and I'm just fillin' up this daily planner Gettin' busy 'cause I'm a star: no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends: Kelsey Grammer Yeah, that's what life becomes when you're doin' you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow-talkin' with the women that are screwin' you Just know that she gon' tell another nigga When she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes too long Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong Yeah, I got to feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Ay Guru tell, tell homegirl to open that Ace right there...) Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go Oww, hoes turn they heads like owls I'm the man of the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power Bright lights'll make your whole city light up A trillion-watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight 'cause the satellite was crispy, uhh Y'all can miss me with the money talk The smart money's on Hov', fuck what the dummies talk, uhh I don't do too much bloggin' I just run the town, I don't do too much joggin' Mm, I ain't got a scar yet 'Cause you fuckin' around with me and my dogs is far-fetched Drake, here's how they gon' come at you With silly rap feuds, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors, uhh I done seen it all, done it all That's why none of these dum-dums could done him off The summer's ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 You let them tell it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was cool as the Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn't change me But I would have went insane had I remained the same me Fuck niggas! Bitches, too! All I got is this money — this'll do Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go

First I'ma open up one of these bottles Then I'ma try to open up one of these models Candy paint on my ride styrofoam in my hand So many speakers in the trunk my shit sound just like the TSU band Wood grain is what I'm grabbin' on And Fat Pat is what I'm jammin' on (Top Drop, Top Drop) Slow Down by Robert Earl Davis better known DJ Screw They was talkin' down then nah-nah-nah that's How all the DJ's DJ'ed too (Screwed up the world) And it's not H-Town it's H-Tine We swang-and-bang babies the boulevard is our playground Elbow's and Vogue's '84's or '3's We seeing money down south 'cause that's what we supposed to see I'm so Houston Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Big Moe would be proud of me Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me I know my momma would be proud of me South side North side East side we ride On the west you better keep your vest Protect your chest or you will die I know Moe'll be proud of me I jumped in the game and tried to fulfill your legacy Yeah the OG's teachin' me right-ight-ight My city we known for sellin' drank pints pints Pop Trunk Body Rock just groove Splash Town still holdin' what it do If you think something sweet you a fool 'Cause Big Baby gon' keep a tool I'm so Houston (Yes) Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me (Yeah) yeah And I'm so Houston (I'm so H-Tine) Big Moe would be proud of me (Damn, Ke, I'm here) Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston (Captain to my brother Ro, what's up?) DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me, yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me (I swear) I know my momma would be proud of me (I swear) Ayy blowin' grass in the drop and the crop strong Slow speed float by and the top gone Chopped up Robert Earl not a pop song If they ain't '84's then I ain't home 88, 6-10 South side 45, 59 let's ride EZ TAG on the beltway nigga Gettin' ghost in the white and the foreign ain't Tide (I swear) Bad bitches got a nigga on the run And these snitches keep a nigga with a gun (Bow-bow) Houston Texas where they don't bar none S.U.C. day one and they call him Young Don (Dong King) Gettin' payed when ya work stay clean H-Town yeah I'm so 13 Ice it up pour it up more lean Seven figures eight figures more cream my dream 95 it's a real hot day Riding slam might as well not play Cuttin' corners in the real fresh rage Jammin' Ro in the Mo ridin' blue over grey Yeah my heart still in the slab line Niggas hating but they can't have me Yeah we ball 'til we fall stand tall 'Cause we so H-Tine H-Tine I'm so Houston Pimp C would be proud of me Fat Pat would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Big Moe would be proud of me Big Hawk would be proud of me I'm so Houston DJ Screw would be proud of me Big Mello would be proud of me yeah And I'm so Houston Wickett Crickett would be proud of me I know my momma would be proud of me I'm so Houston

بەیانیت باش، هەستە پەردەکە لابدە! با تیشک ماچت کات کەمێ دڵی خۆم داوە بە هەتاو! خۆم ناتگەمێ بەیانیت باش، بڕۆ بەردەم ئاوێنە، هەستە بڕۆ چەند بەختەوەرە ئەو شوشەیەی، کە بۆتە ئاوێنەی تۆ! کە بۆتە ئاوێنەی تۆ! پەنجەکانمت بۆ ئەنێرم، بۆ خۆت بیانکە بە شانە! بۆ خۆت بیانکە بە شانە! قژی تۆ بۆ هێندە جوانە؟! دڵی خۆمت بۆ ئەنێرم، لەبری من پێی بڕوانە! با بزانی دونیا بە تۆوە چەند جوانە! دونیا بە تۆوە کە جوانە! ئەبێ ئەمشەو تا بەیانی، کوچە بە کوچەی سلێمانی، شەقام شەقام، دیوار دیوار، لە گۆیژە تا دەروازەی شار، با پڕیش بێ لە پاسەوان، هەمووی ئەکەم با شیعری جوان!، مەگەر بۆیەکەم بڕژێنن، عەترەکەی دڵم بشکێنن، دەنا تا هەڵەستی لە خەو، بۆ تۆم پەمەیی کردووە تارکی شەو! بپرسە لە هەواری شار، بپرسە لە هەواری شار، لە پارکی نالی و سەرچنار، یان لەو پیرە درەختانەی، کە ناوی تۆم لێ هەڵکۆڵین، بە یادگار، شعرەکانم ئێستا لەوێ باخەوانن! شایەدی شێتی شەوانم هەر ئەوانن! شعرەکانم ئێستا لەوێ باخەوانن! شایەدی شێتی شەوانم هەر ئەوانن!