Redman - I'm A Bad Lyrics
I get mad wicked (***** around) and catch a bad one by the funkerI puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with archie bunkerCause my brain is twisted, so I ***** the biscuitCause shits thick, some say ima bastard of a swift *****Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear broTo make you _fear_ me like _cape_ without robert deniroYou big *****, so funky that you have to douche meYou cant hear me then my record label didnt push meI know Im sayin ***** too many times in my rhymesBut if I wasnt bad, I wouldnt freak it in the lineBut it dont seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatterIll do the funk in your face and it slaps yaHow does it feel with the face full of funkWith the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the bluntI puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkeyAss off then I just crush on the hush hushSo if you want a taste of the funk from the gutterAsk the brothers (why? ) cause Im bad (word to mothers)Im a bad.. yo word to the mother (3x)Im a bad.. bad bad, and a wicked in bedIm a bad.. yo word to the mother (3x)Im a bad.. bad bad, and a wicked in bedYo yo, check this outThis is for yall hokey-pokey punk ***** mother*****ersJust to show yall I do what the ***** I wanna doI want yall to check this on the realAnd yo, check this out[fast bass beat drops in]Shake it! cmon shake it! cmon shake it! cmon shake it!Whassup now? whassup now? whassup now? whassup now?Whattup now? hahahahah(yo red, cmon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)Yo kid chill, aight aight check it outFlexy Im sexy when Im standin in my drawersIf you cant check me when Im rappin, put the tape on pauseAnd listen to the incredible shit that I kick my manGive me five on the backhand then stickYour finger in a hole and chop the stick quickCause my lip get to the point, to still rock the fly shitSince youre holding your breath, I hold my jewelsI swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my toolsThe original p-funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk gI been this way every since nine monthsSo get down while I rip the raps from my lips causeMy shits more deep, than any tape from enigmaThe gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trashBasic instinct -- Im a shoot us and they got blastedMuch ass I kick, groove to the master mixMy song still pumps when its not even mastered, *****!My shits very chronic so rewind itCause its like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!Cause Im a wild and crazy guy! no lie!Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eyeIm bad, word to mother to the mother*****in hubbardEatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesntAnd if you still dont under-*****in-stand where Im comin fromListen to my nine, understand where its hummin from!Im a bad.. yo word to the mother (3x)Im a bad.. bad bad, and a wicked in bedIm a bad.. yo word to the mother (3x)Im a bad.. bad bad, and a wicked in bed
