| I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
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| Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit
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| Cause shit’s thick, some say I’ma bastard of a swift bitch
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| negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
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| To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
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| 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
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| but if I wasn’t bad, I wouldn’t freak it in the line
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| But it don’t seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
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| I’ll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk
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| with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
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| I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
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| ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
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| So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
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| Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I’m bad (word to mothers)
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| I’m a bad. |
| Yo word to the mother (3X)
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| I’m a bad. |
| Bad bad, and a wicked in bed
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| I’m a bad. |
| Yo word to the mother (3X)
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| I’m a bad. |
| Bad bad, and a wicked in bed
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| Yo yo, check this out
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| This is for y’all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
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| Just to show y’all I do what the FUCK I wanna do I want y’all to check this on the real
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| And yo, check this out
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| Shake it! |
| C’mon shake it! |
| C’mon shake it! |
| C’mon shake it!
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| Whassup now? |
| Whassup now? |
| Whassup now? |
| Whassup now?
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| Whattup now? |
| Hahahahah
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| (Yo Red, c’mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)
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| Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
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| Flexy I’m sexy when I’m standin in my drawers
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| If you can’t check me when I’m rappin, put the tape on pause
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| And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
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| Give me five on the backhand then stick
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| your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
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| cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
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| Since you’re holding your breath, I hold my jewels
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| I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
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| The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G I been this way every since nine months
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| So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
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| my shit’s more deep, than any tape from Enigma
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| The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
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| Basic instinct -- I’m a shoot us and they got blasted
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| much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
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| My song still pumps when it’s not even mastered, bitch!
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| My shit’s very chronic so rewind it Cause it’s like. |
| eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
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| Cause I’m a wild and crazy guy! |
| No lie!
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| Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
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| I’m bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
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| Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn’t
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| And if you still don’t under-fuckin-stand where I’m comin from
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| Listen to my nine, understand where it’s hummin from!
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| I’m a bad. |
| Yo word to the mother (3X)
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| I’m a bad. |
| Bad bad, and a wicked in bed
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| I’m a bad. |
| Yo word to the mother (3X)
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| I’m a bad. |
| Bad bad, and a wicked in bed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm A Bad , by - Redman. Song from the album Whut? The Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп