(feat. Awax, Jay Tee)



[Baby Bash:]

Which way did he go? 

Which way did he go? 

Which way did he go? 



[Chorus: A-Wax] 

This ain't nothin' new to me 

Look at what they do to me 

Need to chill 

Try to stop 

Did dirt wit it now I gotta buy the chop 



[Baby Bash:] 

I'm in my mama rent a car wit 10 and a half pounds 

No DL's and innocent amount of rounds 

Wit my mind on my mansion 

I'm smashin' up out the town 

You thought I was a hog but wait 'til I clown now 

Basharini believe me 

Still servin' three for the 50 

And I wish a motherfucker would try and get wit me 

Cuz I'm nifty wit the milli when the torch is on 

And play every play like it's fourth and long 

Now when the horse is gone I be the shit out the pig 

It don't take much to split a fool's wig 

See I'm only one shot from makin' the headlines 

So quick niggaz got quarters and deadline's 

Shakin' the fed time 

They checkin' my bar codes 

ATF, INS, and the US Marshals 

And this ain't nathan new to me 

Capitalize on opportunity 

This ain't nathan new to me 

Capitalize on opportunity 



[Chorus x2]



[A-Wax:] 

This old shit ain't new to me 

I'm rockin' stolen jewelry 

Try to chill so I leave the Bay 

Did dirt wit it now I gotta keep the K 

Bash a dude wig over Baby Bash 

He my smokin' nephew 

We be checkin' brains and cash 

We count G's on a omni floor 

Put the bloody bills wit the Tommy in the drawer 

Tell mommy wit the roll "Go on break a lil' corner off" 

I don't like that bammer 

I don't wanna cough 

You got to watch every step 

P-walk and pull out a tec 

I thought you new I'm a vet 

Let loose through my set 

A-W-A-X the latex glove on my left hand can only mean death man 



[Chorus x2]



[Jay Tee:] 

Now it's that pimpin' ass gringo 

Bitch is you single? 

I spit heat, hit the street, stack my Domingo 

Bay Area lingo is what a playa blessed wit 

Ten shots wit they own spots is all I ever mess wit 

So if you're broke 

I ain't even heard a ya 

Come around me again and I'm a murder ya 

I need some loot 

So watch how I attack yo town 

A bitch who wanna hold me, I'll track her down 

Get up in the brain, take over the soul 

Four G's a night, I'm ready to roll 

A big long lac, hella beat in the trunk 

Baby kick back, it's hella heat for the funk 

I dare a motherfucker to step to the Lo 

One too many drinks, now he's dead in the Rove 

So call that cat's kids tell him "Get this" 

It's Jay Tee, I'm a dog when I spit this