Bad Boy, baby We the last standin' check the records Check the score Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard Tits don't sag, I don't need no push-up bra Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em Big belly bitches we starve 'em Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin' Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin' You a thug, why you keep on talkin', let's get it crackin' Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen I got this, Diddy done let me out Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that (My year, now so you girls betta leave) This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat (Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep) I'ma 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 Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a janitor Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga 'Who Shot Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga 'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project nigga You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that (But you fuckin' wit the wildest nigga) This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat (That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga) There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin' Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp I need a bitch 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, that keep bangers Niggas that be off that frail, them beef bringers Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me It won't happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me I'ma stay thugged out till they bury me When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that (I'ma Dirty South nigga from the dirty streets) Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because (Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet) Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin' I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the boss man You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin' Man homeboy that's y'all man Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a part of his name And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003 Fire, fire, Too Hot For T.V. Too hot to hold in the headphones this time Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness Fire, yeah, and we won't stop Da Band, fire, yeah © IRVING MUSIC INC; TONY DOFAT MUSIC; FIFTY FOUR VILL MUSIC LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com