Bad boy baby, we the last standin' check the records, check the score. Da Band, the next generation of Bad Boy, c'mon
I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard breast don't sagg, I dont need no push-up bra chick you mad, babs got a brand new car drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar [belive] pop bottles and roll up trees Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules you got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em big belly women we starve 'em dudes in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin' betta tuck in ya chain dude and keep on walkin' you a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin' get ya girl stomped ou in the club, I make it happen I got this, Diddy done let me out out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah) my year now so you girls betta leave me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
Imma changed man since I made the band nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand made man, made the band, wave ya hands rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo) go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager keep ya hands out my pockets boy franchise like I play for the Rockets boy who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya boy Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project boy yo stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps boy I can't help it, I'm a violent boy a gee, who down wit his thousand boys
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
There he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin' runnin' game on ya chick, ya boy's a pimp I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it) if you bout it then throw it up got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya you - run in that water now ya life is in danger ride wit the underworld, them key bangers soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers picture a clown tryin' to carry me it won't happen, I won't let you haters worry me Imma stay thugged out till they bury me when they do, I canTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
