Bad Boy This, Bad Boy – A Band Of Boys – letras

Bad boy baby,we the last standin’ check the records,check the score.Da Band, the next generation of Bad Boy, c’monI’m back and I’m hittin’ em hardbreast don’t sagg, I dont need no push-up brachick you mad, babs got a brand new cardrop top in the hood, I’m a ghetto superstar [belive]pop bottles and roll up treesBab’s strong arm chicks like I’m herculesyou got a problem, come see the girl, I’ll solve ’embig belly women we starve ’emdudes 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 happenI got this, Diddy done let me outout chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)my year now so you girls betta leaveme and my people comin’ and we rollin’ six deepAll I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball batImma changed man since I made the bandnobody – gave a damn, no-one gave a handmade man, made the band, wave ya handsrocks in the watch, I think I’m bout to blaze the bandElliot Ness, you know I’m here to save the landdon’t try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitordogg don’t blame me, blame ya managerkeep ya hands out my pockets boyfranchise like I play for the Rockets boywho shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya boyReady to Die, All Eyes on the project boyyo stocky – I put sumthin in ya biceps boyI can’t help it, I’m a violent boya gee, who down wit his thousand boysAll I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball batThere he go, hoppin’ out the G-5 wagonG-coated, rees, Bo’s and tees swaggin’runnin’ game on ya chick, ya boy’s a pimpI need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)if you bout it then throw it upgot that fire and you ready to light it then tote it upnow that’s gangsta, don’t make me spank yayou – run in that water now ya life is in dangerride wit the underworld, them key bangerssoldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringerspicture a clown tryin’ to carry meit won’t happen, I won’t let you haters worry meImma stay thugged out till they bury mewhen they do, I can