What Happened To That Boy
Baby Lyrics


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Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, V-A, N-O nigga
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border motherfucker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
[Chorus: x2]
What happened to that boy (yo)
What happened to that boy
What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

Whoa, yeah, malicious, yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it ain't so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who ain't rich
Don't compare me to you nigga you ain't this (Whoa)

[Chorus]

Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher
(cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It ain't nothin' to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out
Then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

[Chorus: x2]

Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster, hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

[Chorus: x2]

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherfucker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga




We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherfucker

Overall Meaning

The song “What Happened To That Boy” by Baby featuring Clipse is a hip hop song that is highly explicit in its lyrics. The song talks about dealing with drugs, guns and gangster lifestyles. The lyrics speak to the life of a gangster and the way that they look at the world. In the opening verse, Birdman is telling the listener to get on with things and to handle their business. He talks about the use of cocaine and plastic containers, as well as the border business.


Pusha T and Malice, from Clipse, continue the same message about the drug game, and provide a graphic description of a grenade being used to make their point. There is also a reference to snitching and the importance of remaining loyal to one’s friends. The chorus repeats the question “What happened to that boy?” repeatedly, indicating that there is obviously some type of story or lesson or warning the song is trying to teach, although it can be difficult to discern. The highly explicit lyrics and raw language of the song may make it difficult for some listeners to connect with, but it is undeniable that the song is an intense reflection on a dangerous and often deadly way of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Take out the guns and drugs, get ready to use them.


Birdman motherfucker
Birdman is speaking.


Clipse, V-A, N-O nigga
Clipse is representing Virginia and New Orleans.


What you smelt
Do you smell that?


Coke'll leave plastic
The drugs will damage your body.


Get off the border motherfucker
Stop selling drugs illegally.


Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
Show me what you can do, son.


[Chorus: x2]
Repeating chorus.


What happened to that boy (yo)
What happened to that guy?


He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
We shot him because he was disrespecting us.


Whoa, yeah, malicious, yeah
Whoa, this is malicious.


I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it ain't so
I heard someone is talking to the police about me and it better not be true.


Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Even when I was young people knew I would become a drug dealer.


Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
People recognize and respect my drug dealing skills.


While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
While others were gradually selling drugs more and more, I started big selling an ounce from the beginning.


Word in the streets that can envy as me
People in the streets are envious of me.


Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
My watch has so much bling it can keep someone up at night.


Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
My face is magnified on my watch so that everyone can see it clearly, especially women.


9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I carry a 9mm gun and use it to hurt people badly.


I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
I am famous for selling cocaine.


I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
I am a dominant and powerful figure on the streets, like a BMW 7 Series car.


Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Shoot them with a 9mm gun.


Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
Or use a .45 caliber gun, which is guaranteed to seriously hurt someone.


I'm the reason that your block is vacant
I am the reason why your street is empty of people, because they are afraid of me.


Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
I will hurt someone just to show how tough I am.


Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who ain't rich
The Clipse and Cash Money Records are rich and successful, and anyone who insults us is a bitch.


Don't compare me to you nigga you ain't this (Whoa)
Don't compare yourself to me, you are not as successful or powerful as I am.


[Chorus]
Repeating chorus.


Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman and his associate Patty are famous drug dealers worldwide.


Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher
Birdman, don't shoot your enemies in public places.


(cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Arrest them, let them go if they cooperate.


Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
I have been selling drugs, and now I am getting rid of them by selling them to a high-end brand like Gucci.


Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
I am the boss of the ghetto, and my drugs are shaped like round cookies.


Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
Sell one type of drug, flood the neighborhood with it.


If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
If I don't go to jail, other drug dealers will lose money and stop selling drugs.


Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
If you're not doing anything with your life, get up and do something productive.


The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
A shipment of drugs just arrived, and the neighborhood will soon be negatively impacted.


New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
I own new cars, lots of money, and high-end brands like Prada and Gucci.


But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
You look good driving your fancy car with your luscious, but thin, lips.


She takes my flight she holds my weight
She is faithful to me and will carry my clothes or smuggled drugs for me.


While the po-po staked out from state to state
While the police are trying to catch us from state to state by setting traps.


It ain't nothin' to a baller baby
Being successful is easy for someone like us.


Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
We pay for our cars, make a lot of money, and have power in the streets. Birdman is the boss of the hood.


Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
Birdman is trying to challenge me, and I will respond by showing my power.


They callin' you don't come out
People are calling you out, but you are too afraid to show up.


Then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
If you don't show up, I will send someone else to hurt you.


[Chorus: x2]
Repeating chorus.


Another soul lost
Someone else has been killed.


Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
I bought a shirt to match the color of my Porsche, which is a dark red color like ox blood.


The rims match of course
The wheels on my Porsche match the color of my car, of course.


Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
When I shot this guy, his blood hit his boots which reminded me of a past shooting.


Glistenin' wrist on chiller
My wrist is dripping with diamonds.


Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I hold my gun in the same hand that I use for my jewelry.


I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I swear to god, my niece was only 4 years old when she felt real chinchilla fur.


I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like Thriller
I crossed the ocean to get drugs that were so powerful, they made people rise from the dead like in Michael Jackson's Thriller music video.


Gangster, hustler
I am both a gangster and a hustler.


At night still found time to kiss my mother
Even though I am busy all the time, I always make time to visit my mother and give her a kiss.


Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
I have so much success and money in my life that it seems like a dream, and I can relax and enjoy myself.


Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
I carry a gun on my waist, and it reminds me of the evil inside of me.


So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
Stop talking before I shoot you.


And have your body parts mix and matching fella
If I shoot you, your body parts will fly in different directions.


[Chorus: x2]
Repeating chorus.


Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
This is it, this is the truth.


Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Birdman and the Clipse are successful and you don't know what you're talking about.


Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We can take care of any problem no matter where it is.


We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
We sell drugs and you don't understand how powerful we are.


Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Figure out the truth for yourself.


Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
Pharrell, you really did something great this year.


(startrak) 100, you know
We are signed to Pharrell's record label Star Trak.


Let's get this money (get the money)
Our main goal is to make money.


Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
I smell drugs, and they will damage your body like plastic surgery.


Get money motherfucker
Make as much money as you can, no matter what it takes.


However you want it you can get it pimp
We can sell you drugs however you want them.


From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We can be gangsters or join the Bloods gang, and we can provide drugs in any form.


We did it how we live, ain't nothin' but the thug thing nigga
We made our money by living like thugs, and that's all it is.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRYAN WILLIAMS, CHAD HUGO, PHARRELL L. WILLIAMS, GENE ELLIOT JR. THORNTON, TERRENCE LE VARR THORNTON

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@DamnMixes

You know it's a classic song when even birdman does an OK verse

@blackime6392

Lmao

@KDz315

Might be the best bird man verse

@IsaiahKeene

Thank Push

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Isaiah Keene TV facts Pusha wrote baby’s verse

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On GD Baby killed it

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Pharrell was in his fucking bag for this beat

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Mannie Fresh

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Pharrell from virginia and scott storch came out of no where and storch rap game

@rickcross5377

Back in the day where you had a select few SUPER producers. Timbaland, Pharrell, Just Blaze, Scott Storch, and couple more. Today Everyone thinks there a producers LOL 😆

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