Babysittin’

[Intro: Daveed Diggs]
Yeah
Getback
Runnin' down
Let's go
Heh
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 damn I love where I stay
And it ain't nothing to the mayor, push a button, move a fader
I'm bustin' Quest and lovin', is your player okay?
Bay boys and I bust 'em out, fucking my muscles unbuttoned
'Bout "Whippin'," 'bout "Stuntin'," bout "Yokin'," 'bout "What you 'bout, cousin?"
I'm on one sipping though, take a little trip below
Ride a flow, fire slow, burn it down a pyro
Mania mainly, the ringleader gone mani', the
Sideshow might be over but the circus still remains and, uh
We just the elephant, Oakland relevant, County Coliseum
Starving artists going hard till the BART stop say "Mausoleum"

[Pre-Chorus: Rafael Casal]
I ain't fucking what with what you had
I'm fucking 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 motherfucking slow song
This ain't your motherfucking 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 (Heyo)
Ho!

[Verse 2: Rafael Casal]
Bay boy, live it up, timid till I'm twisted up
Center of the fucking epicenter, better listen up
Never been so loco for hoes strollin', but I know three or four
Locs who put a ho in motion, so sure enough they pimp it up
Waterfront and Pablo park, places where I get it, swishers
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 bumpin' Buick
Losing, schitzo-mani' off a pill when I used to pop 'em back
Just enough to make a Regal float more like a Cadillac
Caddy talk, cattin' off, 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 just could not (Just could not)
But "Could not"s just sound like a good "Can't"
And I can't be caught can't-ing, my music is too [?]

[Pre-Chorus: Rafael Casal]
I ain't fucking what with what you had
I'm fucking 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 motherfucking slow song
This ain't your motherfucking 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 (Haha)
Ho!