Dime Piece Baby Bash (Ft. Russell Lee)

[Russell Lee]
Oh, yeah
Baby, I don't get down like that

Chorus: Russell Lee
Lady, you'se a dime piece
And you lookin' so sweet
But baby, I don't work it like that
I know you got them other fools
Who be paying for your jewels
But baby, I don't work it like that
Lady, you'se a dime piece
And you lookin' so sweet
But baby, I don't work it like that
I know you got them superstars
Who be paying for your cars
But baby, I don't work it like that

[Baby Bash]
(Verse 1)
Now you ain't lyin', you ain't lyin'
No reezy, oh yeah, you fine
And you got that supa dupa with the
Big ol' behind
You'se a dime, you'se a ten and a half, you so throwed
But you better check credentials, baby girl, I'm so cold
On top
The girl got degrees in computers
Off top
But she still golddiggin', workin' at Hooters
I ain't no peanut
So you can't put no salt in my game
You know how the chico do, I ain't gots to explain
Baby boo, On Tha Cool, you diggin' on me, I'm diggin' on you
We can have, our rendez-vous, and marinate, in a hotel room
Dinner and a movie, it's all groovy, I ain't trippin'
But you better stick with them bald players, 'bout
All them trickin', though