Lyrics:
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
If
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch
But
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
about no respect we got troops coming back as homeless vets we need healthcare now better cut the checks may not vote this race ah stretch. What y'all
From da cradle to da grave Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY / Chorus You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yes sir
Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
the world
When I call your phone why you don't answer
Don't really like your father but still call him by sir
This girl is poison she'll snake you like
baby pour it in neat
Turn it up DJ, drop in that beat
And mix it up
Just got my money, I came to turn up
No need to act funny, you already know
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