Swanananana (feat. Slim Thug & Stooie Bros) - Baby Bash

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Cold Chamber

I'm smoking kush, gettin' higher than a plane (Swanananana...)
And the Cadillac sittin' on the thangs (Swanananana...)
I'm so high, can't control my brain (Swanananana...)
Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne (Swanananana...)
I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk (Swanananana...)
I got a superbad babby in the front (Swanananana...)
And every time, they see fly by, I be like (Swanananana...)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana...)


I roll around, made higher than gas prices
And I don't even got a valid driver's license
I'm pushin' luxury wheels, my pictures lookin' priceless
My primo Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas
They hang themselves when they see the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne, gettin' all them high scores
Trunk quakin' and it's shakin' up my rear view
I'm livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew
I'm a factor, not an actor, comin' through in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player's makin' racket
That boy Bash be hustlin', he be handlin'
Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin', panderin' and gamblin'

Thugga flyin' first class and ain't talkin' about a plane (Naw)
I'm talkin' 'bout the sticky icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke, feel like I'm 'bout to crash (Roll up)
That's what a nigga get for gettin' high with that Bash
Paint lookin' splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
I'm tryin' to take you home, baby, I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I done seen in this club
I ain't lookin' for no love, I'm lookin' for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
The boss dive deep, better ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung, they say they can't live without me

I got that bloom blap
Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin' that idi-at
Slap that back, that baby gon' clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hangin' out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, that drip
Drippin' wet, never slip
I'm elegant, but I can't help that we melt all over shit
Who you rollin' with

I got that blap bloom
That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by like I die-die-die
Frustating, didn't see, know why
Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all night

And we don't care, hands in the air
Raised with the shades, squares don't compare
I'm bowlin' dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I'm rollin'
And yeah, you better know it, if you don't, then get up on it, aw, ready

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Baby Bash was born as Ronnie Ray Bryant on October 18, 1969 in Vallejo, California, USA. He had a Mexican mother and an Anglo father, both of whom went to prison when he was a child. He was raised by his grandmother and uncles and was subsequently exposed to many different kinds of music.

His career started when he joined the rap groups Potna Deuce and Latino Velvet out of Vallejo, but took off when he went to Houston, Texas, and met a rapper named South Park Mexican and joined the all-star group Lone Star Ridaz, which shortly after, added another Vallejo rapper known as Merciless (Funky Aztecs) AKA Merc100Man. His first solo album, Savage Dreams, was released on the Dope House Records independent label in 2001. He was signed by Universal Records later that year. In 2003, Baby Bash released his first album on a major label, entitled Tha Smokin' Nephew: Chopped & Screwed and followed it up with Super Saucy in 2005. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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