[Chorus:] I'm Bad (I'm bad) I'm Back (I'm back), I'm Mad (I'm mad) I'm strapped (I'm strapped) Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit Came wit my dogs leaving wit a bitch I'm bad (I'm bad) I'm back (I'm back), I'm mad (I'm mad) I'm strapped (I'm strapped) Nigga what you want nigga who you wit Came Wit my dogs leaving wit a bitch Ain't no limit to the shit I start Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar nigga you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, I'ma get my stacks. This crack coming back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. I'm bad, magazines up the ass. Stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rapping ass nigga talking all that jazz. Ride up on hI'm show hI'm how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping, ain't it man. Just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus] Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from California. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumping like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. I'm bad I'm back. I'm mad I'm strapped. Nigga what you want nigga who you wit. Came wit my dog leaving wit a bitch. I don't see no nigga when I'm on the grind, all I see is hoe niggas when I'm on the grind. 45 no nigga, know I'm holding mine. I'ma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping ain't it man, Just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus] B for the bullets in niggas who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who getting high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks. B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, I'm addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. I'm bad, I poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. Laying on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you acting like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping ain't it man. Just got a hummer and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus]
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, BARRY DE VORZON, KENNETH LUCK
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