1) An American Rapper… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least six artists with this name:
1) An American Rapper
2) A Post-Punk band from Leamington Spa. Alternative page: Saigon
3) A Swedish heavy metal band
4) A punk band from Orange County, California
5) A Finnish poprock group from the 80s
6) A Swedish group formed in Berlin in 2010 but, at the time of writing, based in Stockholm.
1) Saigon (born Brian Carenard, 1978) is an African-American rapper. Born in Newburgh, New York, He spent his upbringing moving between immediate and extended family members in Spring Valley, New York and Brooklyn as well as parts of New Jersey and Virginia. He cites his mother's inattention towards him due to the new arrival of numerous younger siblings as being the catalyst for his roughly 15-year rebellious period. At age 11 he began selling marijuana and at age 13 he had joined in a neighborhood gang. By the time Saigon reached 15 he had already been involved in at least two shootings for which he received jail time. This would be his home for the majority of the next several years of his life as he was "raised" in the New York Penal System. While incarcerated, he took the stage name Saigon from the influential Vietnam War book “Bloods” by Wallace Terry, which he read while he was serving time in prison.
He is currently signed to Just Blaze's Fort Knox Entertainment record label and is working on his major label debut entitled The Greatest Story Never Told for a November 2006 release, which has now been postponed to a later unannounced date.
He appeared on the second season of the HBO television series Entourage and this is credited as being a big boost to his career to the point where the mainstream U.S. population is beginning to recognize him as opposed to simply his previously small following. He also appears in the third season.
He also performed separate tracks with both Australian hip hop MC Phrase and singer Daniel Merriweather in 2005.
MTV News reported that on January 19th 2006, Saigon was stabbed in the temple with a beer bottle as he left a dinner in the Chelsea section of New York. A man approached Saigon and attempted to steal a chain of his, worth $18,000. When Saigon grabbed it back, a fight started. Saigon, bleeding from the head, tried to hail down a taxi (not wanting to get blood in his Mercedes Benz) but was unable to and drove himself to Bellevue Hospital where he received seventy stitches.
2) Saigon is also the name of an early 80s 3 piece Post-Punk band from Leamington Spa. Their music was released through First Floor Records.
3) Also the name of a Swedish heavy metal band.
4) Punk band from orange County California. Released a self-titled EP in 1981.
5) Finnish pop rock band founded 1980 and disbanded 1985. Made two unsuccessful albums and six singles during their career.
6) Saigon's "Ready For Romance?" was made available on Bandcamp in May 2013. The style is broadly lo-fi indie rock.
Come On Baby
Saigon Lyrics
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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]
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@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 🔥 🔥