Come On Baby
Saigon Lyrics


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Put your hands up
Put your hands up

Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best
Just Blaze,
Put your hands up Swizzy,
Put your hands up Diddy
One two three here we go

Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
It's so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
So um, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the inter taps
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the M.S.X.
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulent type
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the D.T.
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permanent ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go

[Chorus]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the trunk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin' now
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the trunk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
One two three we gone!

You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know its Jay-Z
When internet ask you who's the best, why wont you say me?
Don't you hate me, c'mon baby, was it all gravy
I took my lumps comin' up just like a boxer baby
My first style may be if I stutter, maybe
But then I slowed it down brought it from the gutter baby
Matterfact, I don't give a fuck what you rate me
Record labels told me, guess what the fuck that make me
Super rich, stupid bitches know I'm super viscous
Like standin' over a wounded man with two biscuits
Lets get it clear like eucalyptus if you conflicted
My flow is like the Cuban missile crisis
Nigga my hand missiles is priceless,
I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse
For my niggas that like to listen like this
Gotta let it do what it do baby

[Chorus]

Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Hum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit' ya man
I got this rap shit down to a science
Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain't fucking with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a fucking iron
You lying, all the gunplay talk
Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I been in the 'ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
And that's way more then I can say for a lot of cats
My name's Saigon nigga
Break bread mu'fucka' 'fore I break ya fucking head lil' sucka'





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Come On Baby" by Saigon is a rap song that addresses various themes, including the artist's rise to fame, street violence, and his lyrical prowess. Saigon emphasizes his superiority in the rap game and his tough persona. The opening lines, "Put your hands up, put your hands up," immediately generate energy and signal the start of a club banger. The chorus includes various sound effects such as gunshots and car screeches, that further enhance the song's energetic vibe.


As the song progresses, Saigon confidently states his achievements and experience in the industry, having been in multiple places, such as jail and the projects. The artist boasts his ability to wield words, and promises innovation in the rap genre in the foreseeable future. Additionally, Saigon highlights tough street-life conditions and violence in areas such as New York and California. These issues are presented through gun-talk, which is a prevalent theme in gangster rap songs.


Saigon's "Come On Baby" is an electric and energetic song that highlights the artist's rapping prowess and street-hardened attitude. The track embodies playfulness even while addressing serious topics, making it a hit among rap enthusiasts.


Line by Line Meaning

Put your hands up
Raise your hands


Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best
You're listening to the best of the best


Just Blaze, Put your hands up Swizzy, Put your hands up Diddy
The song's producer Just Blaze, Swizz Beatz, and Diddy are all worthy of praise


Microphone check one two what is this?
Can I test the microphone real quick?


The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
I'm Saigon, and I'm really good at what I do


It's so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
We take this seriously, this isn't just a game


So um, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
Come check me out and see for yourself


The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
I'm gonna keep doing this for the next decade and I'm gonna be really good at it


Lyrically it's as sick as it get
My lyrics are unmatched


I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the inter taps
I've been in prison, I've been in the projects, I've been in the recording studio


I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
I've driven fancy cars


Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulent type
I'm better than people who pretend to be something they're not


Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
Come watch me perform and see for yourself that I'm exceptional


I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
I'm so good that other rappers find it difficult to compete


These wicked emcees squeeze
Other rappers try to bring me down


Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
They'll use anything they can to hurt me


I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permanent ring around it
I'm gonna mess you up real bad


Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Then I'll go and make a song about how I messed you up


Look, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
If someone tries to mess with my money and I don't retaliate


I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
I'm as good as dead


[Chorus]
The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song


Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
My gun will make you jump


Put ya body in the trunk
I'll kill you and hide your body in the trunk of my car


(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Don't try to mess with me


Keep goin' now
The song continues


New York, and all the way to Cali
My reach extends from New York to California


And the South'll make ya jump
People in the South will love this song


(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Come check this song out


Don't touch the boy, yup
Don't mess with me


I'll whip ya ass from
I'll beat you up from


One two three we gone!
The song is ending


You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know its Jay-Z
Don't try to mess with me, you know who I am


When internet ask you who's the best, why wont you say me?
Why aren't you saying I'm the best when people ask?


Don't you hate me, c'mon baby, was it all gravy
Do you have a problem with me?


I took my lumps comin' up just like a boxer baby
I worked hard to get where I am


My first style may be if I stutter, maybe
When I first started rapping, I may have stuttered


But then I slowed it down brought it from the gutter baby
But I got better and refined my style


Matterfact, I don't give a fuck what you rate me
I don't care about your opinion of me


Record labels told me, guess what the fuck that make me
Record labels don't matter to me


Super rich, stupid bitches know I'm super viscous
I'm rich and I'll destroy anyone who gets in my way


Like standin' over a wounded man with two biscuits
Like an injured man facing two guns


Lets get it clear like eucalyptus if you conflicted
Let me be clear


My flow is like the Cuban missile crisis
My rapping style is intense


Nigga my hand missiles is priceless,
My punches are powerful


I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse
I've got some profound lyrics in this song


For my niggas that like to listen like this
For my fans who really appreciate my music


Gotta let it do what it do baby
Listen to the song and enjoy it


Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Countdown to action


Hum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
I'm a really good rapper


Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
I'm trying to make money


So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit' ya man
Come and listen to my music


I got this rap shit down to a science
I'm really good at rapping


Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain't fucking with Ryan
Other rappers are okay, but they're not as good as me


First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
At first I resisted change, but then I made friends with other rappers


With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a fucking iron
My friend Justin helped me out and now my music is really popular


You lying, all the gunplay talk
Other rappers who talk about guns are lying


Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
You're secretly more interested in fashion than being a tough guy


I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I've dealt with violence and come out alive


I been in the 'ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
I've been in the city, carrying a gun, and watching a boxing match


And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
And I'm still okay


And that's way more then I can say for a lot of cats
I'm doing better than most of my competition


My name's Saigon nigga
My name is Saigon


Break bread mu'fucka' 'fore I break ya fucking head lil' sucka'
Pay me or I'll hurt you


[Chorus]
Repeated chorus




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRIAN CARENARD, JUSTIN SMITH, KASSEEM DEAN, PETER WOLF, SETH JUSTMAN, SHAWN 'JAY Z' CARTER

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Comments from YouTube:

@biggestboss

I just remembered that this song existed and now I'm bumping it again

@d4giconic978

🔥🔥🔥
Sidenote: This should've BEEN in a 'urban' dance movie 💯

@callumcampbell4978

One of the sickest beats ever!!
Just blaze!!!!!!

@ikeknight3535

This best sucks for real. Come down south where the real beat makes come from.

@callumcampbell4978

@Ike Knight care to elaborate? I'd take blaze over any southern beat maker!! Copy and paste specialists.
Just Blaze a musician! Only a few better imo.

@jonathanhuerta7715

I agree this beat is crazy

@TheThegod2007

Definitely one of his best

@sgbball

this a beat that'll get a party started

@nivlac77

i cant help but moving my head to the beat

@joelewis2270

Still a banger 🔥 🔥

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