1. A rapper from Louisia… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least 4 artists with the name Baby
1. A rapper from Louisiana, United States
2. A southern rock band from Texas, United States
3. A rock band led by Nick Dillon
4. the side project of Shudder to Think singer Craig Werden
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1. Bryan "Baby" Williams. (born February 15, 1969) better known by his stage name Birdman, is an American record executive and rapper from New Orleans, Louisiana.
In 1991, Williams and his older brother Ronald "Slim" Williams founded the hip-hop label Cash Money Records. Earlier in his career, he used his first moniker B-32 (Baby With The 32 Golds) and released his only independent album I Need a Bag of Dope in 1993. Years later, under the moniker "Baby", Williams recorded a number of albums with producer Mannie Fresh as the Big Tymers and performed as one of his own label's solo acts. Williams' most recent record, 5 * Stunna, was released on December 11, 2007.
2. Baby was a southern rock band from Texas. The band was signed to Lone Starr Records in the mid 1970s. They got the attention of the executives at Mercury Records based on their regional album sales in Texas. The album was remixed and re-released in mid 1975 on Mercury. Baby had a legion of fans in the Midwest and South in 1975-76 and headlined venues like the famed Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa while generating regional radio airplay on the band’s first single, “(It’s Another) Saturday Night”.
The band made just two albums; the self-titled album, 'Baby' and the follow-up album called 'Where Did All The Money Go?'' released on Chelsea Records in 1976. The second album’s title, summed up the feelings for the band that seemed poised for success similar to what other southern rock artists like Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Marshall Tucker Band were having in the mid-70s, but the success never came for them.
After low sales of Where Did All The Money Go? and a lawsuit with John Waite and The Babys over the rights of the name “Baby(s)”, the band quit.
Guitarist, songwriter and vocalist Johnny Lee Schell went on to play on the Grammy winning album Nick Of Time from Bonnie Raitt in 1989. He has played with some of the world’s biggest names and continues to produce, write and contribute to many blues-based artists as well as his own solo projects. Recently, Schell’s guitar work was with Barbara Blue and her latest blues album, Memphis 3rd And Beale.
Band Members
Johnny Lee Schell: Lead Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Harmonica & Vocals
John Mark Camp: Rhythm Guitars, Acoustic Guitars & Vocals
Stephen G. Crane: Bass Guitar and Vocals
Woodie Putman: Drums and Percussion
Albums
1975: Baby (Lone Starr Records, Mercury Records)
1976: Where Did All The Money Go? (Chelsea Records)"
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3. Baby, A band rock brought up on emotive lyrics and melancholy rock riffs gave breath to a soothing throb. Baby bringing literary element to songwriting and shoulder dropping breaks between guitar and drum birthing hopes to remind us all what its like to feel again. There seems to be no end to Baby, though i see nothing child like anywhere. Nick Dillion being the singer/songwritter and main guitarist there is without a doubt a full life of auralsex to come.
4. Craig Wedren is the former lead singer of Shudder to Think and now the lead for the newer pop-mash project, "BABY". This not to be confused with the other Baby.
Ms. Bird
Baby Lyrics
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Uh huh uh huh
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch
If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker)
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord help me)
This is a biotch, biotch
[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats
Burberry timbs with the fence to match
And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat
There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X]
Every Place that I went to
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird
[Baby]
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks
You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch
But I don't give a fuck nigga, the shit don't stop
All I'm trying to do is stack a knot
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks
I came around your corner and I shit your spot
It's (?) and I serve your block
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch
[Chorus] - 2X
[Mannie Fresh]
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn
I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home
But I can't leave yet cause they kissing each other
Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick
Now every place that I go to
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you
And they all got that movie that you made with that man
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch)
[Chorus] - 2X
The song "Ms. Bird" by Baby featuring Mannie Fresh is a classic example of a hip-hop song that glorifies materialism, street life, and sexual promiscuity within a dominant culture of black masculinity. The lyrics contain a lot of references to gangster and pimping culture, and the glorification of drug dealing, violence, and the acquisition of wealth through immoral means. Baby, the lead vocalist, brags about his expensive cars, jewelry, and designer outfits while going on to say that he is willing to indulge in drug dealing and violence to maintain his status quo. He also talks about his attraction to attractive women who seek him out for his luxurious lifestyle. Mannie Fresh, on the other hand, adds elements of humor to the song while also making references to a wide range of popular culture elements such as movies.
The song is based on the beat produced by Mannie Fresh, which is a combination of bluesy piano keys and electronic percussion, creating a catchy melody that reflects the hedonistic and party-loving spirit of the song. The song seems to be inspired by the Birdman's own life story; the rapper is known for his flamboyant lifestyle and the money he made from his illegal endeavors before becoming a successful musician. Overall, the song is seen as an expression of black urban masculinities and the ways in which marginalized black men have to negotiate their identities in the face of extreme poverty, social exclusion, and racism.
Line by Line Meaning
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck
I'm frustrated and upset
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Everything is good and under control
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch
I'm ready to seize my opportunity despite the pressure and risks
If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker)
If you're not making money, something's seriously wrong with you
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord help me)
I'm not successful and that's making me feel desperate
This is a biotch, biotch
Life can be tough and challenging
Come on nigga
Let's go
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
We're the cool guys who know how to live large and live dangerously
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
We ride classic Cadillac cars with customized rims and audio systems
The new school bens with them bows to match
We also drive new Mercedes-Benz cars with similar accessories
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
My nickname is Birdman and I deal cocaine in large quantities
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
I indulge in unhealthy food and drinks because I'm getting rich
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats
We wear vintage sports jerseys and hats
Burberry timbs with the fence to match
Our Timberland boots are also stylish and expensive
And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that
I'm attractive and fashionable, and women find me appealing
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac
We buy and sell large amounts of high-quality marijuana
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs
Our convertible cars are luxurious and trendy
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap
We don't fear anyone and carry guns for protection or aggression
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap
We prioritize money and women who can cook drugs
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat
We have impressive big rims on our cars, but we also have problems with them
There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack
No doubt about it, I'm a successful hustler and seducer
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back
Some people thought we were finished, but we're still around and strong
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH
We adorn ourselves and our vehicles with diamonds to show off our wealth and status
Every Place that I went to
Everywhere I go
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you
Many beautiful and promiscuous women claim to have recommended me
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard
They send me explicit photos of themselves
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird
They all want to be my romantic partner or mistress
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks
I have expensive and high-quality alcoholic drinks
You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch
I wear expensive jewelry but my watch is unbranded
Until a nigga die these cops gon watch
I'll be under police surveillance for the rest of my life
But I don't give a fuck nigga, the shit don't stop
I don't care about the risks and dangers of my lifestyle, I'll keep going
All I'm trying to do is stack a knot
I'm trying to accumulate a lot of money
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops
My luxury cars have expensive alligator leather seats and latest models
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot
Women are attracted to me because of my wealth and success
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot
I enjoy water sports and I have a big yacht
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch
I wear expensive and flashy earrings and watches
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot
Attractive women will compete for my attention
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot
Women should perform oral sex on me
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks
I grew up in the same neighborhood and have the same attitude
I came around your corner and I shit your spot
I took over your territory and defeated you
It's (?) and I serve your block
I sell drugs and other illegal goods in your area
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock
I'm a successful rapper and I can break into anything
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch
I'm a skilled musician who brings the beat and rhythm
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn
These are the names of some women that I've been involved with
I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home
I'm tired of promiscuity and want a break
But I can't leave yet cause they kissing each other
Some of the women I'm with are making out with each other, which arouses me
Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers
I'm sexually aroused and need to use condoms
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich
I noticed that you have a tattoo that suggests you're wealthy and classy
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch
Let's have anal sex, you wild and sexy woman
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher
Wow, Ms. Kiesha, you have an educated and respected mother
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
I heard rumors that your sister is transgender and your father is religious
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
It seems like you're confused and unconventional in your sexual preferences
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick
If you don't engage in lesbian sex, you must be skilled and enthusiastic about oral sex with men
Now every place that I go to
Everywhere I visit
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you
Many notorious and dangerous people claim to be associated with you
And they all got that movie that you made with that man
They all have a copy of a pornographic film you starred in with another man
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin
Don Da Don is the pseudonym of the man you made the movie with, and everybody knows it
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch)
If you watch the movie, you'll see that I'm telling the truth
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