Carry My Baby Lyrics
| Song | Carry My Baby |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McCane | |
| Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell | |
| Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know[Bizzy] | |
| Yeah, yeah[Chorus][Bizzy - over Chorus] | |
| Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em | |
| Let's get this shit started baby | |
| This why I like this shit, it's like this[Bizzy Bone] | |
| I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey) | |
| I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby | |
| It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon | |
| Destiny praise | |
| God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya | |
| Crack the devil's head (ha ha) | |
| Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium | |
| Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium | |
| Official rapper's suspicion, it's like | |
| I'm on the podium, podium | |
| Buck the money y'all, yeah | |
| That's the season, that's the season | |
| Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil | |
| They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper | |
| Latch gate keeper | |
| They couldn't even tie the laces on | |
| Jesus sneakers | |
| Warrior with a speaker | |
| Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors[Chorus][Bizzy Bone] | |
| They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong | |
| But when the karma comes back in other physical forms | |
| Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up | |
| Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch | |
| So what if | |
| I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change | |
| People in physical war, only the | |
| Lord is keepin me sane | |
| Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love | |
| With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior | |
| JesusWe never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did | |
| They humble about love but love is herewe struggle up over the form for fears | |
| We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer | |
| Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get | |
| Warriors[Chorus][Bizzy Bone] | |
| By the grace of | |
| God - tell 'em about the... out the show | |
| Carry my baby, tell 'em | |
| I'm 'bout to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby, wherever you need to go | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess | |
| Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless | |
| We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now | |
| And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style | |
| But it'd be realer if you really love me | |
| And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me | |
| Let me convey, baby | |
| I ain't no physical game | |
| In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey | |
| Warriors[Chorus][Bizzy Bone] | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, by the grace of | |
| GodCause we are warriors - by the grace of | |
| GodTell 'em | |
| I'm about to, tell 'em | |
| I'm about to | |
| Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em | |
| I'm about to | |
| Cause we are warriors[Chorus][Outro: Bizzy Bone] | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, and by the grace of | |
| GodAnd by the grace of | |
| God, praise | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors | |
| Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors | |
| One, in the name, of our lord and savior | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| In the name of the | |
| Father, the | |
| Son and the | |
| Holy Spirit amen | |
| That shit is just rappin what you do |
| zuo qu : McCane | |
| Tell ' em I' m about to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell | |
| Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know Bizzy | |
| Yeah, yeah Chorus Bizzy over Chorus | |
| Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck ' em | |
| Let' s get this shit started baby | |
| This why I like this shit, it' s like this Bizzy Bone | |
| I feel ' em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don' t fall baby hey | |
| I see the bitches in the military, don' t call baby | |
| It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon | |
| Destiny praise | |
| God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya | |
| Crack the devil' s head ha ha | |
| Crack the devil' s head whylin out, pandemonium | |
| Crack the devil' s head, whyle out, pandemonium | |
| Official rapper' s suspicion, it' s like | |
| I' m on the podium, podium | |
| Buck the money y' all, yeah | |
| That' s the season, that' s the season | |
| Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil | |
| They don' t rule shit, bullshit, evil won' t meet the reaper | |
| Latch gate keeper | |
| They couldn' t even tie the laces on | |
| Jesus sneakers | |
| Warrior with a speaker | |
| Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong | |
| But when the karma comes back in other physical forms | |
| Tell ' em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up | |
| Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch | |
| So what if | |
| I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change | |
| People in physical war, only the | |
| Lord is keepin me sane | |
| Above with the grain, in the gogo with the love | |
| With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior | |
| JesusWe never stoppin, tell ' em we never won' t tumble but think what they did | |
| They humble about love but love is herewe struggle up over the form for fears | |
| We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer | |
| Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get | |
| Warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God tell ' em about the... out the show | |
| Carry my baby, tell ' em | |
| I' m ' bout to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby, wherever you need to go | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess | |
| Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless | |
| We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now | |
| And ain' t no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style | |
| But it' d be realer if you really love me | |
| And I ain' t never want a woman, just a woman love me | |
| Let me convey, baby | |
| I ain' t no physical game | |
| In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey | |
| Warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, by the grace of | |
| GodCause we are warriors by the grace of | |
| GodTell ' em | |
| I' m about to, tell ' em | |
| I' m about to | |
| Tell ' em I' m about to, tell ' em | |
| I' m about to | |
| Cause we are warriors Chorus Outro: Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, and by the grace of | |
| GodAnd by the grace of | |
| God, praise | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors | |
| Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors | |
| One, in the name, of our lord and savior | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| In the name of the | |
| Father, the | |
| Son and the | |
| Holy Spirit amen | |
| That shit is just rappin what you do |
| zuò qǔ : McCane | |
| Tell ' em I' m about to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell | |
| Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know Bizzy | |
| Yeah, yeah Chorus Bizzy over Chorus | |
| Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck ' em | |
| Let' s get this shit started baby | |
| This why I like this shit, it' s like this Bizzy Bone | |
| I feel ' em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don' t fall baby hey | |
| I see the bitches in the military, don' t call baby | |
| It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon | |
| Destiny praise | |
| God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya | |
| Crack the devil' s head ha ha | |
| Crack the devil' s head whylin out, pandemonium | |
| Crack the devil' s head, whyle out, pandemonium | |
| Official rapper' s suspicion, it' s like | |
| I' m on the podium, podium | |
| Buck the money y' all, yeah | |
| That' s the season, that' s the season | |
| Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil | |
| They don' t rule shit, bullshit, evil won' t meet the reaper | |
| Latch gate keeper | |
| They couldn' t even tie the laces on | |
| Jesus sneakers | |
| Warrior with a speaker | |
| Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong | |
| But when the karma comes back in other physical forms | |
| Tell ' em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up | |
| Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch | |
| So what if | |
| I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change | |
| People in physical war, only the | |
| Lord is keepin me sane | |
| Above with the grain, in the gogo with the love | |
| With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior | |
| JesusWe never stoppin, tell ' em we never won' t tumble but think what they did | |
| They humble about love but love is herewe struggle up over the form for fears | |
| We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer | |
| Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get | |
| Warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God tell ' em about the... out the show | |
| Carry my baby, tell ' em | |
| I' m ' bout to come up out the show | |
| Carry my baby, wherever you need to go | |
| Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go | |
| So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess | |
| Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless | |
| We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now | |
| And ain' t no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style | |
| But it' d be realer if you really love me | |
| And I ain' t never want a woman, just a woman love me | |
| Let me convey, baby | |
| I ain' t no physical game | |
| In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey | |
| Warriors Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, by the grace of | |
| GodCause we are warriors by the grace of | |
| GodTell ' em | |
| I' m about to, tell ' em | |
| I' m about to | |
| Tell ' em I' m about to, tell ' em | |
| I' m about to | |
| Cause we are warriors Chorus Outro: Bizzy Bone | |
| By the grace of | |
| God, and by the grace of | |
| GodAnd by the grace of | |
| God, praise | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors | |
| Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors | |
| One, in the name, of our lord and savior | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| In the name of the | |
| Father, the | |
| Son and the | |
| Holy Spirit amen | |
| That shit is just rappin what you do |
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