Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Intentions, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Intentions |
| Put your cups up, get your smoke in |
| Baby, we partyin', ain’t nobody loc’n |
| Who you provokin', what you want now |
| Take a look around, it’s pimp shit goin' down |
| It’s a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks |
| Top notch hoes, they flock in every week |
| What you wan' do, get your next thrill |
| Take an X pill, how the sex feel |
| Damn you lookin' good, all ten of y’all |
| Wanna roll (Yeah), I’m dickin' y’all |
| Keep your face down (Ooh), keep your ass up (Ooh) |
| You know what your doin' (Ooh), keep that shit movin (Yeah) |
| Keep them titties jumpin', keep the Henny comin' |
| Every bitch in here need to be touchin' somethin' |
| I know they like it hot, that’s why I keep it hot |
| So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc |
| I don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m just drinkin', smokin', straight west coastin' |
| Bitches puttin' ass in motion, pussy poppin', sex promotin' |
| Got a car (Raise it up) |
| Got a blunt (Blaze it up) |
| That’s your bitch (On these nuts) |
| Really I don’t (Give a fuck) |
| All I really know your hoe wants to be with me and she ain’t playin' |
| And what I’m sayin' (She creams with me) |
| And screams between the sheets |
| Soon as the door close |
| I make 'em curl toes, they all want to get chose |
| We never love y’all, my niggas all macks |
| We sip a lot of Yak, fuck and never call back |
| Pack women in the club until it’s pitch black |
| Thugs on their block wonderin' where their bitch at |
| Where you think nigga? |
| She with the Aftermath |
| Called her house, she ain’t home, she with Aftermath |
| No talkin', fuck how your day go |
| You want dick (Yeah), will bitch say so |
| Don’t be shy now, probably the best at it |
| They say a party ain’t a party until the west at it |
| Gravitate to the Doc like it’s automatic |
| Take your clothes off, make me want to grab it |
| Turn around with it, make me want to stab it (Yeah) |
| Time to get it crackin', show me them bad habits (Ooh) |
| When she’s all alone she sneaks out to be with me |
| And what I’m sayin' is she ain’t playin' (She creams with me) |
| And sleeps between the sheets |
| Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (Yeah) |
| Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (Yeah) |
| What up Infinite, Mohagony droppin' the instrumental (Yeah) |
| Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (Yeah) |