I`m A Bad lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : I`m A Bad



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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"