(C'mon Baby; feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)





[Just Blaze:]

You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yea, Jus Bleezy)



[Swizz Beatz:]

Hey - hands UP!

Hey - hands UP!



[Just Blaze:]

Ladies and gentlemen, you STILL rockin with the best

I bought a few friends along, we gon do it like this, c'mon

ONE (ONE) TWO (TWO) THREE - HERE WE GO!



[Saigon:]

It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically insane

The rhyme like her-oin, you stick it in ya vein

The track somethin like crack, it hits ya in ya brain (ya brain)

C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get with the gang

They put the world's most underrated

On the record with the greatest of all time, can't no one debate it

Some made it fun to say that I am goin to make it

I will not lose, some of the shit he do is too understated (I... will... not... lose)

(Who you?) Saigon the Don

Let it be proved to people that I'm a phenomenon

I'll pop a pussy person that play with my parmasean

C'mon baby, c'mon come get it on with the 'Gon

You gotta be kiddin me! Who you think can body me lyrically

Get him - I'll gladly provide his ABSITE, sissy

My name Saigitty, this is MY city!

Hov' spit it with me - go get 'em Swizzy!



[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk

Keep goin now...

New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump

Don't touch the boy, yup!

Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk

I'll whip ya ass from

New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump

ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE!



[Jay-Z:]

You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z?

When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me?

Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, was it all gravy?

I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer baby

My first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybe

But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter baby

Mat'a fact, I don't give a FUCK where you rate me

Record labels told me, "No" - guess what the fuck they made me? !

Super rich! Stupid bitches know I'm super viscious

Like, standin over a wounded man with, two biscuits

Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted

My flow is like the Cuban Missle Crisis

Nigga, my hand missles in priceless

I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse

For my niggaz that like to listen like this

Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby

C'MON!



[Chorus]



[Saigon:]

Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger

Humdinger, gun slinger, that's what I am

I spit it slick as the shit that's in a Crisco can

So you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha man

Got the rap shit down to a chemistry

Lotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to me

I rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentary

Me, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century"

Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, fucker ya heard that!

I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds at

She ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnac

Then it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the back

And way before my contract, I had hoes

Rappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broads

I'm feelin disrespected

If ev'rybody fuckin dimes, who got all these UGLY bitches pregnant? !



[Chorus]