Wow (Bay Shit)

[Hook x4] Wow Bay shit (wow) Be quiet, grown folks finna say shit [Verse 1: Trackademicks] (Trackademicks) She asked me if I make hits I replied “Do Elton John hate tits?” (yup) Don’t deny, I got slap for days, Pound for pound Put me up against the best and I’ll beat myself down Eye of the tiger, stripes of a bengal Don’t matter where you look, I’m covering every single angle Polyrhythmatic, smashing through traffic Slapping D-Lo, No Ho with a bad bitch Avid with reason, [mackish?] with logic Have her lip-locking like we Trapped In the Closet They have your body bumping like you trapped in a mosh pit Then back on the grind time, faster than ostrich Passion or profit? The answer is obvious You must have a pair when you’re matching your socks, bitch Trackademicks slaps knock cats unconscious These marks can’t see me, they lack the optometrist I’m a bay boy, playboy I take toys that make noise and lay voice to brain joy See, see, see how she smiling? Got my number, ooh, look, now she dialing Uh-oh, look how I’m diving in I’m not a crook, what I took he wasn’t hiding in Yup, yup, and she was fine with it I’m talking finer than the shine from off a diamond chip Yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] Wow Bay shit Kool A.D., grown man finna say shit Our makeshifts take off like spaceships Y’all play this straight soft, I’m Lay’s chips Greasy, too easy Kool A.D. from the S.F. Breezy You hate me ‘cause I flex so freely Fools lately want to test my feelings Meanwhile I’m trying to test my ceiling Used to move cess, now I’m stress-free dealing Laid back, I’m a Beach Boy I’m a lime to a lemon, you a peach, boy I’m a Beach Boy, good Vibrations Good god, goddamn, soul vibrations Why hate it when you really could be loving it We holding that heat like the oven mitt Leave the pussy crooked like the pussy was the government Beat the pussy up up up like LoveRance Kool A.D. on some other shit, other other shit Tell your mom, tell your sister, tell your brother, shit Just don’t tell your girl, though, she on a brother d- The brother Vic finna go pub-a-lic, couple pots bubblin’ Yup [Hook]