I'm a bad lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : I'm a bad
 
 I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad
one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with
Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit
Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a
swift bitch
negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert
DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche
me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't
push me
I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the
line
But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get
fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the
blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust
your monkey
ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the
gutter
Ask the brothers (why?)  Cause I'm bad (word to
mothers)

'I'm a bad..'	'Yo word to the mother' (3X)
'I'm a bad..'	'Bad bad, and a wicked in bed'
'I'm a bad..'	'Yo word to the mother' (3X)
'I'm a bad..'	'Bad bad, and a wicked in bed'

Yo yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy
motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out

[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it!  C'mon shake it!  C'mon shake it! 
C'mon shake it!
Whassup now?  Whassup now?  Whassup now?  Whassup
now?
Whattup now?  Hahahahah

 
(Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I
wanna get out of here!)

Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers
If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the
tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my
man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the
fly shit
Since you're holding your breath, I hold my
jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump,
or punk G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips
cause
my shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop
trash
Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got
blasted
much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even mastered,
bitch!
My shit's very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy!  No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his
eye
I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin
Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause
she doesn't
And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where
I'm comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin
from!

'I'm a bad..'	'Yo word to the mother' (3X)
'I'm a bad..'	'Bad bad, and a wicked in bed'
'I'm a bad..'	'Yo word to the mother' (3X)
'I'm a bad..'	'Bad bad, and a wicked in bed'