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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) · 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) · Young, Gifted & Badd (Color Me Badd) · Revenge of Da Badd Boyz the EP (The Almighty RSO) · Badd [3 Tracks] (Mike Jones) – and 90 other albums »


wild, her and all her girls stand out in the crowd
Young & sexy with that freaky freaky style
Walked through the party make the club buck wild
Hey Hey,
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump Color Me Badd
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
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
wonder why

Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye

Must be the way she walks
A style made up to capture all she needs
No time
by don't turn back
Can't hide from that look in her eye

Must be the way she walks a style made up to capture all she needs
No time to spend on loose
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order

Big baller orderin
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
the twurkulators
This shit fo the twurkulators
This shit fo the twurkulators

(Hook)
It fo the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
get it put in the butt all that
breakin' it off
I can tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out
Miss me?
All of that to me
You won't even rhyme
My side you wish to be
Hope you'll catch me sleeping
By being freaky
But baby girl let me be
Miss me?
All of that to me
You won't even rhyme
My side you wish to be
Hope you'll catch me sleeping
By being freaky
But baby girl let me be
[Chorus]
Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye

Must be the way she walks
A style made up to capture all she needs
No time
you work it [repeat]

You bring style and color all around the world (you harajuku girls) 
You bring style and color all around the world (you
I come from California
Where you say no one grows old
Y'all drive too fast
But you say it so slow
With that southern style, baby
It drives me
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
I don't destroy them 

They way that you know who be he want me to hate like he hate 

But I got too much m poopoo doo with me 

Chorus:
me drive to school
All the boys would follow me after class
Never let 'em take me for a ride
I didn't want 'em thinkin' that I was fast
I mean
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
niggas don't play
Me and my niggas we ride
'cause we know no other way
One deep breath before I step
And now it's time to play
Now tell me who is that girl
style in the automatic car wash
Later that date she took me to see bait
She bought a nacho plate
But only Tech N9ne got ate
The cerebellum was great
tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
class, no trash
You're the kind of girl that I gotta have
Got a little more time to spend
And we're oh so freaky now
So fine, divine Make me wanna take