Babs-
im back and im hittin em hard
breast dont sag
i dont need no push up bra
chicks you mad
babs gotta brand new car
drop top and the hood im the ghetto superstar breathe
pop bottles and rolled up trees
babs strong arm chicks like im hercules
you gotta problem?
come see the girl i start em
big belly women we starve em
dudes in the hood we rob em
whenever they flaucing
better tuck in ya chain dude
and keep on walkin
you a thug why you keep on talking
let's get it crackin
get your girl stomped out in the club
i make it happen
i got this diddy done let me out
chicks spit sick when i open my mouth
ness-
all i hear is bad boy this bad boy that bad boy gettin down witha baseball bat
ima changed man since i made the band
nobody gave a damn no one gave a hand
made man made the band wave your hands rocks in the the watch
i think im about to blaze the band elliot ness you know i'm here tosave the land
don't try and say the liquor's what made you ran
go somewhere and be amaintence man a janitor
dawg dont blame me blame ya manager
keep ya hands im a pocket boy
franchise like i play for a rockets boy
(who shot ya)
yo biggie smalls tupac ya boy
ready to die all eyes on theproject boy
(you stocky)
i put sometin in your biceps boy
i can't help i'm a violent boy
chopper:
all i hear is bad boy this bad boy that bad boy gettin down witha baseball bat
there he go
hoppin out the G-5 waggon
G coated Reese boes, and
tees swaggin
runnin game on yo chick your boys a pimp
i need the ones with no type of common sense
(that about it)
if you bout it then throw it up
got that fire and you ready to lite it
tote it up
now that's gangsta
don't make me spank ya you
run in that water and ya life is in danger
ride wit the underworld
them keybangers
soldiers that be off that frail
them brief bringers
picture a clown tryna carry me
it won't happen
i wont let u haters worry me
imma stayed thugged out til they bury me
when they do i cant wait to see buried b
freddick-
all i hear is bad boy this, bad boy that bad boy will beat u down wit a baseball bat because...
these dudes aint never killed nothin
im fred you want his head put a couple in his coffin
lord forgive me but these dudes is playin with the boss man
u dont wanna git in the truuk
u gettin tossed in
im the typeu squeeze tight
and u blame your cousin
man homeboy thats yall man
man i got it all planned
didy fathered the game
i bad but not a boy i got apart of his name
hommies i see u slippin and its off wit ur chain
your head
harder than wood and im scarrin ur frama
a don
i mean what i say and i say what i mean
---- i sleep yeah i lay wit them things
bad boy wit universal so don't play with the team, holla
ness and fred:
bad boy so don't play with the team holla
chopper and fred:
bad boy so don't play wit the team, holla
babs:
bad boy so don't play wit the team
fred:
da band, da band fire, fire
diddy:
da band 2003, too hot for t.v.
fred:
too hot to hold in the headphones this time
diddy:
too hot to hold your coat and come on let's go let's go
da band da band...fire fire to hot for tv
