Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapper Gone Bad, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Rapper Gone Bad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
Rapper Gone Bad |
I’m a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams |
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, Goddamn! |
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino |
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know |
I’m cut from the cloth that real men are made of Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love |
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo |
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single |
Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you |
It’s the drapers, can you feel it? |
Nothin can save you |
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin |
Hoes see me in the traffic and say, Girl, there go that man again |
I’m fabulicious, game nutricious |
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes |
Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag |
And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad |
(Rapper gone bad) |
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) |
(Baaad) |
I’m a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious |
Bitches goin delirious even though it ain’t that serious |
You’re curious? |
Well, listen to these lyricals |
Them suckers tryin to knock this, it’s gonna take a miracle |
I’m seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi |
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand |
And when I’m sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand |
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree |
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean |
Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i’m the Green |
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick |
Can’t be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits |
Let’s get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes |
They try to fight the feeling, but it’s hard to ignore your folks |
Mac D with the r connected to the e (me) |
Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy |
In between the sheets I’m a freak and a cold piece of work |
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert |
(Rapper gone bad) |
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) |
(Baaad) |
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort |
Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts |
Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new |
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey |
Boy, I’m on the air gettin heavy rotation |
But I’m still a player with a Chevy on Daytons |
I’m hi-po, and the five-o really can’t stand me Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny |
Chirpin every time I shift gears |
In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears |
Put some of that 151 in the bag |
Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad |
(Rapper gone bad) |
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) |
(Baaad) |