Baby Pa
Group Home Lyrics
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Walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine
Relaxation, no frustration
Cause it's time to get live
One hand whatches the other in this lonely street
No justice, no peace
Motherfuckers mo-il
So we struggle and strive
I send fear in this pussy rappers rhymin' ok
Yo we speak what we feel
And what we feel must be real
Baby Pa, you know the deal...
In the first verse of Group Home's "Baby Pa," the rapper reflects on his surroundings as he walks through the ghetto. He mentions a feeling of relaxation and lack of frustration, despite the clear presence of social justice issues. The lyrics suggest that the people in the area must work together to survive, with one hand watching the other. The rapper also acknowledges the struggle of living in the ghetto and the challenges that come with staying alive.
The second half of the verse references the rapper's disdain for "pussy rappers" who don't speak authentically about their experiences. Group Home prides themselves on speaking the truth and being real with their audience. Baby Pa, the subject of the song, is likely a reference to one of the members of Group Home, though it's unclear which one.
The track as a whole explores the themes of life in the ghetto, survival, and authenticity in rap music. The group's delivery is raw and unapologetic, which resonated with many fans who were looking for genuine expressions of life in the streets.
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Introduction to the song
Walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine
Despite being in the ghetto, we are feeling good
Relaxation, no frustration
We are not bothered by anything, we are calm
Cause it's time to get live
It's time to have fun and enjoy ourselves
One hand whatches the other in this lonely street
We have to rely on each other in this unsafe environment
No justice, no peace
There is no justice in this society, which leads to unrest
Motherfuckers mo-il
We are being cursed by the people who don't agree with us
So we struggle and strive
We keep fighting and working hard
Niggas just to stay alive
We have to work hard just to survive
I send fear in this pussy rappers rhymin' ok
I intimidate weak rappers with my rhymes
Yo we speak what we feel
We express ourselves truthfully
And what we feel must be real
Our emotions are genuine
Baby Pa, you know the deal...
Directing the attention to Baby Pa, acknowledging that they understand
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Bob James, Christopher E. Martin, James Heath
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