Bad, Bad, Bad
(专辑: Funke Funke Wisdom - 1991)
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 ovulating 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... Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad (Big bad...) 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, no, no, 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... 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 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