I`m A Bad Lyrics

I`m A Bad lyrics

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the
mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted so
I cock the biscuit
Cause shit's thick some say I'ma bastard of a swift
bitch
negro funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_
me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy so funky that you have to
douche me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
I know I'm
sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak
it in the line
But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and
fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel
with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the
blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
ass off
then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from
the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to
mothers)

"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I'm a bad.."
"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother"
(3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

Yo yo, check this
out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show
y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the
real
And yo, check this out

[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it!
C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah

(Yo Red, c'mon, get
back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)

Yo kid chill, aight
aight check it out
Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers
If you
can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the
incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then
stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to
the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since you're holding your breath, I
hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original
P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way every since
nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
my shit's
more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother
who pop trash
Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted
much
ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even
mastered, bitch!
My shit's very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like..
eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last
brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
I'm bad, word to mother to
the motherfuckin Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she
doesn't
And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin
from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!

"I'm a
bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in
bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad,
and a wicked in bed"