Lyrics Locally Famous - Chase Baby feat. Kid Ziggy

Uh Uh
Ch-ch-ch chu chu chu chu
Chase Baby Ho
Yea

Yo
I′m on they ass as usual
I need me some cash when I walk in
Savages under my tutelage
Some coochie I love to get lost in
They hate that I'm vocally flagrant
People thinking I′m locally famous
Give me titles that I'm the best rapper here
To be honest I don't even claim it

I ain′t wasting no time frying small fish
Corona my haters they all sick
I′m packin luggage
Destinations to hit for I kick the bucket got a long list
Got kinks in my armor from battles I won with honor
Got in on me if you want anna
Don't blink cuz I′m gone in a flash got it all in a sack
Like I'm santa gone serve every tree on the map
You came with some confidence but you ain′t leavin wit it
Screaming where my homies at
Guzzling cognac
I'm Driving over the legal limit
I′m okay with the play I done seen the scrimmage
Got em queezy squeemish
Like a shitty mechanic I'll leave em leaking
You don't meet my demands
We gon′ flood you out like breaching dams
So don′t leave it to beaver
She chuckin Wood
Mad that my luck is good
Had me another plate
Growin' up I had to scrape
Now I don′t wanna wait
Shorty she partly latin
She ridin on top of me
Call that an under lay (Ándale)
I know I seem like nobody can tell me shit
Well, you right, but I'm still taking heed to what mama say
Don′t get too much money now Chase
Kinda
Owwwwoooo

I'm on they ass as usual
I need me some cash when I walk in
Savages under my tutelage
Some coochie I love to get lost in
They hate that I′m vocally flagrant
People thinking I'm locally famous
Give me titles that I'm the best rapper here
To be honest I don′t even claim it

People thinkin I′m locally famous
Got the sauce and the drip and the juice what You want from me homie
This shit ain't contagious
Recognized on a daily bases
Certified yo shit too basic
Paralyzed from the waves that I′m makin
Roll it up we waken bakin
Wake up to head, then eggs and bacon
I pick up the phone to go make a play
Homie stay out the way or get hit with the draco
Been on my grind while I'm out in the field
Why do it feel like I′m Jose Conseco
Hop in the sprinter you know I'm w Peso
H got the choppa it came with potato
Come at me wrong and this shit can get fatal
You better lay low
I′m the type to go, get, the poon tang
Hit it raw listening to Wu Tang
I can't roll this blunt
While I'm hittin it doggystyle it be givin me mood swings
Make a movie my quality blu-ray
I get money she like how I do thangs
But I really don′t got time to kick it
When I′m tryna push it, it feel like I'm Lupe

I′m on they ass as usual
I need me some cash when I walk in
Savages under my tutelage
Some coochie I love to get lost in
They hate that I'm vocally flagrant
People thinking I′m locally famous
Give me titles that I'm the best rapper here
To be honest I don′t even claim it