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Inevitable Return of the Bloodhound Gang (Bloodhound Gang) · The Bad & Lowdown World of the Kane Gang (Kane Gang) · Bad Touch (Audiomatiques) · The Bad Touch (Bloodhound Gang) · Bad Touch (Bloodhound Gang) · The Bad Touch (Bloodhound Gang) · Where Bad Boys Rock 3: Bad Boys for Life (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Not Bad Pretty Good Not Bad (The Porkers) · Bad Bad Leroy Brown: The Definitive Collection (Jim Croce) · Bad, Bad Leroy Brown & Other Favorites [CEMA] (Jim Croce) – and 90 other albums »


popped this summer (Gucci)

Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I feel bad
I be in the hood, might do a drive-by
chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses

Yo, Mase and The Lox
We taking knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in
kickin' in your front door

Titanic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick
Build a donut in the 6, I just drove by Magic City
Put the heroine in the bricks, put
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers
from
The big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know
I got game & that's real from a trio nigga havin' green
Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore
Now can you hear the cling-clang of my ball and chain gang?
The sound of heavy metal that tastes like cellophane
Collapsing every vein like
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
gallery wall its like not a wave crash 
similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain 
beligerant fragments bomb acid
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Valuables taken
See you got took by Satin
And I bet, that your thoughts full of anger
Petty gang banger nickel bag slanger
See you can't touch this
Let alone
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
buck buck 

Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up 

Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down 

Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe
half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got
and I'm running from myself again

I feel this darkness coming over me
It's taking over me
Now you can rest in pieces
By the time the sun goes down
Gang
[all three] With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat

[all three]
Gotta rap in the key
touch top ceilin
Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women
Acura roofless blastin my music
Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life
I'm a star
[Scarface]
Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake
take your life, bit by bit
Now don't hang in the streets
And run with the wrong gang
If you do your life can't be the same
You might think that's
beat elitists.
Element five,
Fully sold on operation,
Jeopardized on my survival.
I will survive when sprayed by heavens liquid ammunition,
I'll
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger

I smell, feel, touch
use to touch on her he was really a monster
And it affected her, gang banged niggas they respected her
The reason they respected her; she loved
pussy wet she smell creed on Bond number 9
Ocean pussy, she was bad now the bitch ain't even fine
Look in her iPhone, every baller in the city
Now she