Testo Bay Classics - Celly Cel

Bay Classics

Tribute to the yeah
Bay classics
Tribute to the yeah
Bay classics
Tribute to the yeah
Bay classics
Tribute to the yeah
Bay classics
I’mma Bay, boy
Y’all better know
Ain’t nobody in the industry that’s messing with my flow
Can’t nobody hang with the gang that we chop up
Ridin' with the doors open, smoke the whole block up
Man, put the Glock up
We having fun tonight
Ain’t nobody gettin' killed, ain’t gone be no fist fight
Ay did he say that?
You wanna know why?
Cuz we about to get high
As a kite, off the purp pill
Move in slow motion baby, listening to Cel
Off the cannibus I must and yeah I can bust, with the best of em' leaving the
rest of em' in dust
New or old Bay everybody wanna fuss
When we all come together and reppin', now that’s a plus
Too $hort, The Frontline, 40, the Keek, Yukmouth to Messy, we all got heat
On CDs all around the world
You might see me creeping with your favorite girl
Sideways, to the homie Forty Water spot down the highway
Hit this little shorty, she hot
Like Tabasco, we undercover like Donnie Brasco
Hope nobody see me, that’s why I be movin' fast though
Past yo neighborhood and past yo residence
To the Ambassador’s Lounge for dead presidents
And the super don’t gimme no bammer man
The Bay go wild so we better bring the cameraman
To get the action, sorry Ms. Jackson
Don’t blame me cause your little girl mackin'
Mo' than me see, she like breezys
Seen her at the club and the girl off the heezy
Droppin' it like it’s hot, makin' em' want her
They all up on it, your little girl is gone and, uh
Game recognize game in the Bay, man
Do it big or go home we don’t play, man
Where we stay man, it’s based on the convo
Coming up and dippin' on new cars in the condo
Unemployed, but we ball like the big boys
From the scraper to the Benz, we got big toys
Switch from the tall can to the genie bottle
We do it moving in the Yay man, full throttle
Go, get silly to this
All the motorcycle clubs pop a wheelie to this
We having a party in memory of Machiavelli
2Pac was the homie, had love for Celly
Pour out a little liquor for the fallen soldiers
In the Bay, rap game, man we all gon' hold ya, down
It’s one nation and one team
Not the new or the old, it’s the Bay, yadadamean?
Yadadadig?
Ever since we was kids, had visions of makin' money and tryin' to do it big
Visions of cash, cars, clothes, and videos
Platinum cards, mini mansions, yeah gimme those
Bad breezys, something to pop a bottle with
Dime pieces, top notches, model chicks
Hood rats and D girls, I love em' all
For sending packages and taking our Collect calls
Til' we touch down then it’s like
Where it’s at, where the purp, where the yak, where the thizz, where they at?
What it do, yadadamean? Yeah, Bay talk
What it is cuzcuz?
Nah, it ain’t the Bay fault
Everybody wanna G like us
Soaking up the Bay game trying to be like us
Talk like, act like, look like players in the Bay
But our game way too tight