they wanna get paid everybody late and Ima just gone play and bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
be killed My good side tellin' me let 'em slide 'Cuz he ain't worth 'bout my bad side Tell me to kill 'em 'cuz he deserve no mercy Follow my bad side
that glow I'm out that Swisha House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang Sittin' sideways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame You see me acting bad
, its me johnny hun and that boy C-Stone, its your johnny dang coming straight off the da-Dome Ridin on da chrome, Nickel and patron bad yellow bone
got to be bad to Make the moanie moan." Ain't no reason to front On the way your life shown Booyaa How I'm jumpin' your bones Like a Grand Master in
can't even drink without it When all I see.. It's my life, yo' life, goin trife from the bad advice It's the dog in me.. That's chewin out ya bad line
survive 9 lives, we're just tryin' to survive Essie: Got bless the child who holds his own, straight out of south west, Hands on the crown, bad to the bone
Number 2 O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka Me and Premo, you know, East New York Bush wick, Bedstuy and all those good places Yo, my main frame
and she pullin on my sleeve Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E [Chorus] [Proof] Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy Puffin the loosey, our frames
futility with a teaspoon full of sugar I rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim Then blame the stationary target WHILE the prey escapes the frame
down pull me from where the buzzards clear The meat from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
got But I don't come for man I just fuck the man Talk real fine, then I fuck her man And i love the girls that I bone, bone, bone Call me up when she
got along Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he parted his hair and he wore his gun all wrong He was bad to the bone All hopped
Oh, the walls are closing in I can feel it in my bones Like water risin' up to my chin Another long night to be alone I could go out on the town Talk
, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than pat sajak's white bitch I'm bad ask michael jackson's dad about e-double The mack fram, the black superman
cream and onion type flavor. Redman: I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino