Bad, Bad, Bad

歌詞

[ verse 1 ] Since the day I was born I was on a mission Never played out of position or wishin or missin I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes I - I was talkin way before I could crawl or walk And what the ladies heard, wasn't baby talk I'd drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb Highly explosive, but notice, I was cool and calm Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun Was just beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug I stood up for a while, then I started walkin I heard the ladies say, "look who's talkin" That's right, baby, you can leave me alone Cause if you can't please me, don't tease me, cause I'm bad to the.. [ female voices repeating ] Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad (big bad..) --> run [ verse 2 ] As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem No dope, crack, coke, flat broke I'm not Sell smoke, nope, nope, won't smoke the pot Gettin high off life was more than enough And peer pressure ain't pressure when a boy is tough And I was tougher than tough, I'm from the darkside And hangin out in the park and in the parkside Play a brother in any game he wanted to play For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay I wasn't diggin for niggas, so brother, dig deep If one got over, it's over, I let the kid keep A little change, it's strange, he want to bet it back I took his claim to fame, he want to get it back And when the night was over I took his girl home I dimmed the lights and showed her that I was bad.. [ verse 3 ] Now I'm in my 20s with plenty money and honey bunnies 20s and 10s, drive a benz, you can't take nothin from me Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy But I beat the game, but it was war, boy Because the streets entice you for the wrong things I couldn't pay the price, I wrote a song theme And from the moment I touched the microphone It was known that I was bad to the bone But weak rappers and a lack of promotion Made the job hard, I had to throw some Weak lyrics together, just to get paid 'go see the doctor', and I got played The train continued to the 'wild, wild west' I heard some brothers say, "he ain't the best" Huh, but check the records that ain't well known And look around and see all my clones [ verse 4 ] By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich Sittin on the top of the world with about 36 Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because I'm countin top Dollar, I'm a scholar seekin knowledge, I'm a truth-seeker The baddest brother on a microphone and two speakers On turntables I'm able to start a movement And when I move the crowd, the ladies move with Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize Ladies, listen to the man and watch me work Fellas, keep your cool when she goes bezerk Cause I touch em in places that most men don't Don't get jealous, fellas, oh, that's all she wrote Then when the night is over you'll be alone Cause ladies love ya when a brother is bad to the bone