Artist: Mr. 3-2 f/ Swab Album: Fatt Domino Song: That's Baby Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) This here, is for the grown and sexy That's qualified, to the be with a real special player Like myself [Mr. 3-2] I'm in love with a squal, that don't love me Spend all my money, on a H-O-E Cause tricking is a habit, that I need to stop Eating at IHOP, with a Chinese bop She cream of the crop, with a Visa card Ride brand new Benz, sitting in the garage Menage with her friends, when she feeling fly On excellent tabs, and we both so high I'd buy her the world, if she asked for that With a Gucci purse, and the shoes to match I snatch your bread, off in these streets And protect myself, with a plastic key Beat knocking in the trunk, when we crawling down Two deep she sweet, weigh a hundred pounds Let's pop us a pill, and then hit the freeway Take off your shoes, and have it your way [Hook with Swab - 2x] That's baby, I'd do anything for her That's baby, both of us in our furs That's baby, we don't ever fuss or fight In church on Sunday, looking nice [Mr. 3-2] Now baby, ain't gon' settle for less When we step out smelling good, looking fresh I guess, I don't put in quality time Do some'ing lil' different, we both gon' shine I'm grown got green, and having a ball Pulling up valet, standing ten feet tall Small thangs don't bother a dude, like Chris While these boys steady chasing, attraction bitch Ms. due you got a plan, and she spoken fo' I got baby, but she ain't tripping though Meet a mack at the bar, let me buy you a drank Don't cap back, act like your shit don't stank Think I can't get up, in that greasy spot Taking you out to shop, in my brand new drop Out of town vacations, ain't nothing to us Never get into it, while we on the hush [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] My partners lame, joke around On a brother like me, cause I love this thang Cause she look out for me, when I'm doing bad Writing me out a check, and I trick it fast Cause cash it come, and cash it go Cash don't make us, sometimes I don't know How to express myself, and say how I feel But I love my boo-boo, that's on the real Put a ring on her finger, cause she special to me Leave the boppers alone, good don't call me Baby laying up pretty, at my home A woman ass grown, I can't leave alone Educated independent, want some'ing in life Had to sacrifice, had to get my stuff right Now it's looking all gravy, in my future time On a whole 'nother page, and I'm feeling fine [Hook - 2x]