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babysittin' - the getback lyrics

[intro: daveed diggs]
yeah
get back
running down
let’s go

yeah

[verse 1: daveed diggs]
stop trying to kick what we kicking when i kick it i pelé
we don’t trip off what your spitting we got spit enough baby
baby say-say but well i say-say you’ll be-be ok-kay
linguistics realer than physics in the cities we play hey
i done lived on [e14?] high street, 44th and mlk
from then on in the west it’s a mess, but d-mn i love where i stay
and it ain’t nothing to the mayor, push a b-tton, move a fader
i’m bustin’ questlove and is your player ok

bay boys and i bust ’em out, f-cking my muscles unb-ttoned
’bout “whippin’,” ’bout “stuntin’,” bout “yokin’,” bout “what you bout, cousin?”
i’m on one sipping though, take a little trip [?]
[?] fire slow, burn it down a pyro

mania mainly the, ringleader gone [?] the
sideshow might be over but the circus still remains and a
we just the elephant oakland relevant county coliseum
starving artists going hard till the bart stop say mausoleum

[bridge: rafael casal]
i ain’t f-cking what with what you had
i’m f-cking with what you have
if there’s nothing you can grab
you should go home
ain’t no reason to be mad
get inside of feeling bad
i just think you should get back to a slow song

[chorus: rafael casal]
but this ain’t your motherf-cking slow song
this ain’t your motherf-cking slow song
pick up your drink and let me see you sip it
sip on a little while i kick it for a minute come on
quit babysittin’ let me see you sip it
you babysittin’ go on sip it for a minute
quit babysittin’ let me see you sip it
so what you waiting for? sip it for a minute come on

ho!

[verse 2: rafael casal]
bay boy live it up, timid till i’m twisted up
center of the f-cking epicenter, better listen up
never been so loco for hoes strollin’, but i know three or four
[loke’s?] who put a ho in motion so shown up then pimp it up
waterfront and pablo park, places where i get it, switches
cut ’em with the fingernail of some chick i had on my wishlist
met the homies somewhere off of 580, there’s nothing to it
me and he are pumping music, cruisin in the b-mpin’ buick
losing schitzomania off a pill when i used to pop ’em back
just enough to make a regal float more like a cadillac
caddy [?], cattin on, out here playing cat an’ mouse
sneakin’ little whippers in the window of my momma’s house

i got a knack for talking a good walk, for walking a good model
but others could not (could not)
but ‘could not’s just sounds like a ‘good can’
and i can’t be caught can’t-ing my music is too [?]

ho!

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