Song | I'm A Bad |
Artist | Redman |
Album | Whut? The Album |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Redman | |
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" |
zuo ci : Redman | |
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 hokeypokey 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 pfunk, 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.. eheheheh 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 underfuckinstand 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" |
zuò cí : Redman | |
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 hokeypokey 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 pfunk, 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.. eheheheh 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 underfuckinstand 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" |