G-unit Baby U Got Lyrics

Baby U Got Lyrics

[50 Cent]

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!



[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]

Baby you
got, you got, you got, you got what I want

Baby you got, you got, you got,
you got what I need

Now shake that thang

Shake it, shake it, shake it,
shake it up

Girl shake that thang

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake
it up



[Chorus - 50 Cent]

Baby you got

Hips that
hypnotize

When you walk I can't help but watch you shake

I love the way
you shake (Baby you got)

Hips that make a nigga fantasize

I could spend
a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)

Some kind of control on me

Feels
like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)

My imagination running
wild

Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style



[Verse
1 - 50 Cent]

It's something about your style, it's something about your
smile

It's something about you making me want you right now

If you
don't like me, then don't listen to me

Lord knows I spit that G that have
you coming out your clothes

I'm a professional when I become sexual

You
need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you

Don't it sound like
phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang

Partner, tell that nigga
from New York, shorty

Come ride on my roller coaster

Porn star stamina,
I try not to damage ya

Unlimited tongue action 'til you're
climaxin'

Foreplay, you can have it your way

I follow directions, whoa,
your jiggling baby

Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy

After
sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game

I have you saying "slow down
baby"



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Young Buck]

Baby it's hard to
look and don't touch

Girl the way you strut and dressed in your fine
dutch

I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me

Or the
way that ass bounce when you move your body

I'm parked outside in the blue
Denali

There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it

Ice from
Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear

I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good
look girl

You need a thug that can handle that

One dose'll make you go
and put my name on your back

Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask
you

Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh

Don't hurt
nobody baby

When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy

I done been
around the world, and I finally found ya

Now back that ass up and let me
get behind ya (ahhh!)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Lloyd
Banks]

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression

Making me wanna ask
you a personal question

Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like
it?"

Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic

Cuz you can exit as soon
as you get the ok

You got a body like the cold ray, hey

I need a drink,
I'll be right back

But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like
that

It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't
it?"

"Sure it does, now have some more"

I'm deep, but she got her
ladies wit her

So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter

So we can hit the
hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent

Cuz I'm
bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love

You move like you work in a strip
club



[Chorus]