Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Girls Go Bad, artist - The Game. Album song The R.E.D. Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Good Girls Go Bad |
Since Big ain’t here, I’m about to do it for T’yanna |
And put roses on the grave of Kanye’s mama |
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen |
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man |
Respect women, I don’t care if they a 2 or a 10 |
We don’t beat on Kat Stacks, we just bring it to an end |
And we don’t wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim |
There’s missing women out there, let’s just focus on them |
This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway |
I feel for her daddy so I wrote this on father’s day |
I know she gone, but she ain’t far away |
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye |
I’m 'bout to tell a story, everybody parlay |
Sit back listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way |
My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day |
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway |
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way |
My daddy had his act on like it never happened (Broadway) |
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you |
Now my mama good, nigga she ain’t gotta deal with ya |
You want some money nigga? |
I ain’t get a deal with ya |
You ain’t saying nothing, you like a still picture |
You better thank God you still breathing air |
Cause you coulda went out like your boy Steve McNair |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no (I won’t) |
If you don’t, you gon' really love us (I said I won’t) |
Please don’t use us, dooon’t |
Good evening, I’m in Chicago at the Elysian |
With some girls that say they models but umm, I don’t believe 'em |
Who’s still getting tested? |
Where’s all the women that still remember who they slept with? |
Where’s all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list |
But when you do go out, you still working what you was blessed with? |
Do it girl, I’ll be the king to your Queen Latifah |
I love your ass like Milhouse loved Lisa |
I love your ass like the Ninja Turtles love pizza |
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of, you got it girl |
This song remind me of Cat from Philly, a girl I used to love |
Until she started acting silly, her heart’s a little chilly |
She a little too carefree in 10 years |
Who’s paying for all that therapy? |
Umm, nigga not me, yeah |
I’m probably not the man you take me for |
But I bet I could be if you make me yours |
Most of the shit I say is true |
When I’m done with bad bitches, know I’m coming straight to you good girl |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
If you don’t, you gon' really love us |
Please don’t use us, noo |
Drizzy, I’m sitting here watching Basketball Wives |
Like, «uhh, them is basketball wives?» |
Only cute one, Gloria, that’s my nigga Matt Barnes' chick |
Can’t swim in that poon fool, that’s a crucial conflict |
Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with |
And never buy a chick a bag on the first date |
I pop a bottle with her on her birthday and tell her ass «get on!» |
Disrespect my chick, that type of shit’ll get you spit on |
I don’t hit on girls, I just hit on girls |
Like «hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy’s world» |
Get busy girl, drink that rosé 'til you’re dizzy girl |
She walking around the club all lost, like where is he girl? |
He on the top of the charts, next to Beyonce |
Right under Kanye, so let the Don spray |
That’s your girl? |
Nigga go on and make her cry |
Soon as you do, I’m pulling up in that Porsche like «let's ride» |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
If you don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no |
If you don’t, you gon' really love us |
Please don’t use us, nooo |
Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man |
And thats my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy |
Surrounded by them diamonds, I’mma cold mackin |
Nigga its a cold climate, don’t ask me where the crime went |
Just tell me where them dimes went |
So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas |
Yeah I’m married to the game |
And she married to my chain, watching Boyz n The Hood |
Lets take a drive down memory lane |