作曲 : Cox, Dupri | |
My Name is | |
B-O-W | |
This one goes out to everybody all around the world | |
Dog to dog | |
Girl to girl | |
I need yall to help me spell my name | |
[Chorus] | |
B, Bad | |
O, Outstanding | |
W, everybody know I'm the wickedest | |
Wow, that's what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and | |
proceed to get down | |
[Verse 1] | |
Ha ha, doggy bag | |
Everybody listenin' | |
Beats still pumpin | |
and mickey still glistenin | |
Around here we take ballin around to the next step | |
On them 22's back seat in the concept | |
I take full responsibility of infire | |
I wont stop rockin till I retire | |
I'm so in the mix, so so sick | |
I know just what to do, that's why they so in love with the | |
B, bad | |
O, outstanding | |
W, everybody know I'm the wickedest | |
Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I'm kickin this | |
hat to the back, pants down low | |
Gotta keep it G-H-E-T-T-O, huh | |
Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna | |
I'm at the tippy top, and I ain't never going under | |
1 shot nail it, now every body spell it | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 2] | |
Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker | |
might know how to run. but I'm a whole lot quicker | |
Got so many ways to you, it's a shame to me | |
And ain't none of yall out that can hang with B | |
Young, old, I don't care what you is | |
The name of your label, or the place you live | |
You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one | |
Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly | |
One full pocket stay fatty | |
And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy | |
And that's how it is when you dealing with a dog | |
I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off | |
After death I'm the under boss ain't no secret | |
Got everything lock and that's how we gonna keep it | |
Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool | |
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I'm the | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
I came through the door blazin | |
Hotter than them California raisins | |
Back in them dayz when they was a lick | |
My money play is to hit you with the down and out | |
Look around everybody tryna go my route | |
And I don't drop no duds, I only drop burners | |
The game is mine, and I don't even gotta learn it | |
Can't drive but I can keep a party live | |
Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5 | |
Cause I only make hits | |
While yall make record | |
I'm the deli as the homie with the full blown package | |
Cant leave your girl around me | |
Cuz I'm a true playa for real ask my homie JD | |
I'm the | |
[Chorus] |
zuo qu : Cox, Dupri | |
My Name is | |
BOW | |
This one goes out to everybody all around the world | |
Dog to dog | |
Girl to girl | |
I need yall to help me spell my name | |
Chorus | |
B, Bad | |
O, Outstanding | |
W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
Wow, that' s what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and | |
proceed to get down | |
Verse 1 | |
Ha ha, doggy bag | |
Everybody listenin' | |
Beats still pumpin | |
and mickey still glistenin | |
Around here we take ballin around to the next step | |
On them 22' s back seat in the concept | |
I take full responsibility of infire | |
I wont stop rockin till I retire | |
I' m so in the mix, so so sick | |
I know just what to do, that' s why they so in love with the | |
B, bad | |
O, outstanding | |
W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I' m kickin this | |
hat to the back, pants down low | |
Gotta keep it GHETTO, huh | |
Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna | |
I' m at the tippy top, and I ain' t never going under | |
1 shot nail it, now every body spell it | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker | |
might know how to run. but I' m a whole lot quicker | |
Got so many ways to you, it' s a shame to me | |
And ain' t none of yall out that can hang with B | |
Young, old, I don' t care what you is | |
The name of your label, or the place you live | |
You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one | |
Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly | |
One full pocket stay fatty | |
And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy | |
And that' s how it is when you dealing with a dog | |
I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off | |
After death I' m the under boss ain' t no secret | |
Got everything lock and that' s how we gonna keep it | |
Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool | |
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I' m the | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
I came through the door blazin | |
Hotter than them California raisins | |
Back in them dayz when they was a lick | |
My money play is to hit you with the down and out | |
Look around everybody tryna go my route | |
And I don' t drop no duds, I only drop burners | |
The game is mine, and I don' t even gotta learn it | |
Can' t drive but I can keep a party live | |
Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5 | |
Cause I only make hits | |
While yall make record | |
I' m the deli as the homie with the full blown package | |
Cant leave your girl around me | |
Cuz I' m a true playa for real ask my homie JD | |
I' m the | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Cox, Dupri | |
My Name is | |
BOW | |
This one goes out to everybody all around the world | |
Dog to dog | |
Girl to girl | |
I need yall to help me spell my name | |
Chorus | |
B, Bad | |
O, Outstanding | |
W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
Wow, that' s what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and | |
proceed to get down | |
Verse 1 | |
Ha ha, doggy bag | |
Everybody listenin' | |
Beats still pumpin | |
and mickey still glistenin | |
Around here we take ballin around to the next step | |
On them 22' s back seat in the concept | |
I take full responsibility of infire | |
I wont stop rockin till I retire | |
I' m so in the mix, so so sick | |
I know just what to do, that' s why they so in love with the | |
B, bad | |
O, outstanding | |
W, everybody know I' m the wickedest | |
Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I' m kickin this | |
hat to the back, pants down low | |
Gotta keep it GHETTO, huh | |
Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna | |
I' m at the tippy top, and I ain' t never going under | |
1 shot nail it, now every body spell it | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker | |
might know how to run. but I' m a whole lot quicker | |
Got so many ways to you, it' s a shame to me | |
And ain' t none of yall out that can hang with B | |
Young, old, I don' t care what you is | |
The name of your label, or the place you live | |
You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one | |
Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly | |
One full pocket stay fatty | |
And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy | |
And that' s how it is when you dealing with a dog | |
I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off | |
After death I' m the under boss ain' t no secret | |
Got everything lock and that' s how we gonna keep it | |
Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool | |
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I' m the | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
I came through the door blazin | |
Hotter than them California raisins | |
Back in them dayz when they was a lick | |
My money play is to hit you with the down and out | |
Look around everybody tryna go my route | |
And I don' t drop no duds, I only drop burners | |
The game is mine, and I don' t even gotta learn it | |
Can' t drive but I can keep a party live | |
Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5 | |
Cause I only make hits | |
While yall make record | |
I' m the deli as the homie with the full blown package | |
Cant leave your girl around me | |
Cuz I' m a true playa for real ask my homie JD | |
I' m the | |
Chorus |