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Baby ("Rock Remix")
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Performer
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Performer
Mike Jarosz
Mike Jarosz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richie Sambora
Richie Sambora
Composer
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
Justin Cartisano
Justin Cartisano
Composer
Ray Burghardt
Ray Burghardt
Composer
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Suits
Suits
Producer
Glen Marchese
Glen Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Chestek
Jeff Chestek
Recording Engineer
Dave Clauss
Dave Clauss
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Stahl
John Stahl
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

LL Radio killer Yeh Y'all think they can handle this one man? Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song This your song, this your song, this your song, this your song Girl come on, girl come on, girl come on Cuz I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby Met this little girl, she was off the hook I got cold chills when her body shook Hot sex on the platter, no need to cook I let her steal my heart like a horny crook Had her grinding and winding against my leg She fuckin' with my head, want a nigga to beg Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride Mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle Shawty I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, yeah She likes Hip-Hop and R&B Her life time goal is to be on TV She looking for a man that could give her a break Like Usher or Justin Timberlake I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '64 She shot me in the back with Cupid's arrow We finished the 6-pac, she pushed the seat back Pulled up her dress n she let me eat that I'm drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7: 30 Bought her some dessert, mother fuck it's its early Head spinnin' around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy Cuz shawty I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, yeah (Cuz I'm your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cuz he ain't nothin' like me (No) You can search but you never gone find A love that's quite like mine (No) Need a man that can love you good And treat you like he should With me shawty you the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cuz I'm your baby In the back of the pickup, clothes are ripped up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side of the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, been puffin herb If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know why my words are slurred Don't ask me officer, ask her Want another drink baby? She like, 'Sure' Wanna hit the club? She like, 'I don't curr' She all in the rearview doin' her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is the shit girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even though I had to pay Shawty I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, yeah
Writer(s): James Smith, Terius Nash, Christopher A Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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