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Albums:

The Best of Color Me Badd (Color Me Badd) · Rhino Hi-Five: Color Me Badd (Color Me Badd) · The Best of Color Me Badd (Color Me Badd) · I Wanna Sex You Up [5 Track Single] (Color Me Badd) · I Wanna Sex You (Michael Sutton) · I Wanna Sex You Up (Color Me Badd) · Badd Inc. (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Club Badd (Amanda Lepore) · The Best of Two Badd DJ's: Beenie Man & Spragga Benz (Spragga Benz) · Badder Than Badd (The Shells) – and 90 other albums »


bitch 
In the parking lot, lookin' for a 
Badd bitch 
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that 
Badd bitch 
You know me I gotta keep me a 
Badd bitch
bitch 
In the parking lot, lookin' for a 
Badd bitch 
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that 
Badd bitch 
You know me I gotta keep me a 
Badd bitch
bitch 
In the parking lot, lookin' for a 
Badd bitch 
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that 
Badd bitch 
You know me I gotta keep me a 
Badd bitch
shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color Me Badd, but you can't sex me up
So don't
whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off black
So I flex
Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's
turn a stone
Or the color of a man petrified by a woman
In love as I am when I lay with you
I think of him, I think of him

I can't believe I
it I can tell you like my surprise (sex in the evening, sex all night)
Now I'm working it up n down like a roller coaster ride (sex in the evening,
that his baby mom in love with me bad
I play that Bobby Brown, LL, Color Me Badd
Man, these little niggas pulled a gun on me, damn
Took my cousin
(we sex)
Anytime we want to (we sex)
They can kiss my ass, because whoa-ho-hoo
Hey L Don you feel me?

Yeah yeah yeah I feel you
You and Jay crazy
Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's
I'm the hitman with the hit rhyme
Now tell me can you feel
Da Gz freakin' out so real
And make you move your body
Come on now, come on now,baby lets
the damn thing

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
walk with you (I wanna walk with you) 
I wanna talk with you (I wanna talk with you) 
But it's up you to say "Come on baby" 
If you don't hurry up
with you (I wanna walk with you)
I wanna talk with you (I wanna talk with you)
But it's up you to say "Come on baby"
If you don't hurry up I'll go
on nothin' I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight!

(yea) if you single den put ya hands up
If you single (uh) den put
with you (I wanna walk with you)
I wanna talk with you (I wanna talk with you)
But it's up to you to say "Come on baby"
If you don't hurry up I'll go
I start by saying tell me something good, show me something great (Something great)
What you doing early, what you doing late? (Doing late)
Do you
to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty lawnmower (we sex)
The neighbors and the dogs are lookin crazy (we sex)
I don't care because you're my baby (we
right now
Not gonna lie and say I understand
I just wanna be here for you if I can
To hold your hand and be by your side
And together we will get
on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man... I said the man
Who's the leader of the band
If you care to hear that swanee river played in ragtime
stuck her up on the wall like a poster
Then I told her
Let me show you something you won't forget
Just hold me by the neck
And I'll pick you up by
me 18 times, the other day
Bamboo earrings and gold teeth
And I know you must be givin' up the whole piece
He's just payin' for the sex
And I know
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
face
Leavin' you bloodier than a MaxiPad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd
So play like a midget and forget it
'Cause I put oil