Baby Boy

Album: Dangerously in Love (2003)
Charted: 2 1
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    Ah dat di gyal dem need and ah cry for every day without apology
    Buck dem di right way, dat ah my policy (ya man, right way)
    Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
    Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
    Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
    Beyoncé sing it now, girl

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind
    Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
    Baby boy, not a day goes by
    Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)

    Ah, oh, my baby's fly, baby, oh (oh, na, na, na)
    Yes, no, hurt me so good, baby, oh (this hot, oh, na, na, na)
    I'm so wrapped up in your love, let me go (yo, oh, na, na, na)
    Let me breathe, stay out my fantasies (yo, yo, yo, alright)

    Well, woman ah ready fi gimme da ting, they ready fi really get it live
    Tellin' me all about di tings weh you ah fantasize
    I know you dig di way me step, di way me mek mi stride
    Follow your feelings, baby girl becah they cannot be denied
    Come check me inna di night and mek we get it amplified
    Me nuh quick fi run da ship, me nah go slip, me nah go slide
    In other words the love I got to give is certified
    Fi give you di toughest, longest type ah ride, girl

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind
    Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
    Baby boy, not a day goes by
    Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal, bye, bye, bye)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)

    Picture us dancin' real close
    In a dark, dark corner of a basement party (oh, na, na, na)
    Every time I close my eyes
    It's like everyone left but you and me (oh, na, na, na)
    In our own little world
    The music is the sun
    The dance floor becomes the sea (oh, na, na, na) (ah we dat, girl)
    Feels like true paradise to me (oh, na, na, na) (intimacy)

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind
    Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
    Baby boy, not a day goes by
    Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal, bye, bye, bye)
    I think about you all the time (oh)
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind (yo, yo, B)
    Baby boy, you are so damn fine (yeah, yeah, girl)
    Baby boy, won't you be mine? (Yo, yo, B)
    Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind, oh (yo, yo, B)
    Baby boy, you are so damn fine, oh (yeah, yeah, girl)
    Baby boy, won't you be mine? (Yo, yo, B)
    Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

    You's a top, top girl
    Me and you together is a wrap, dat girl
    Drive 'round di town inna your drop top, girl
    You nuh stop shop, girl
    Likkle more di Dutty wan' rock dat world

    You's a top, top girl
    Me and you together is a wrap, dat girl
    Drive 'round di town inna your drop top, girl
    You nuh stop shop, girl
    Likkle more di Dutty wan' rock dat world (oh, na, na, na)

    Baby boy, you stay on my mind
    Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real, oh na, na, na)
    Baby boy, not a day goes by
    Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal, oh na, na, na)
    I think about you all the time (oh)
    I see you in my dreams
    (I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)

    We stepping out hotter this year (hotter, hotter under ya)
    We stepping out hotter this year (hotter, hotter under ya)
    I know you gon' like it
    I know you gon' like it
    I'm stepping out hotter this year (hotter, hotter under ya)
    I'm stepping out hotter this year (hotter, hotter under ya)
    So don't you fight it
    So don't you fight it Writer/s: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Ini Kamoze, Robert G. Waller, Scott Storch, Sean Paul Henriques, Shawn Corey Carter
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Chi Girl from NigeriaHow could this stupid song have won a grammy? It just shows how annoying awards could be.
  • Larry from Wayne, PaThis song was number one when my baby girl was born.
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