Redman

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit
Cause shits thick, some say Ima bastard of a swift bitch
negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me
You cant hear me then my record label didnt push me
I know Im sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasnt bad, I wouldnt freak it in the line
But it dont seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
Ill do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) Cause Im bad (word to mothers)
"Im a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"Im a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"Im a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"Im a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
Yo yo, check this out
This is for yall hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show yall I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want yall to check this on the real
And yo, check this out
[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! Cmon shake it! Cmon shake it! Cmon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah
(Yo Red, cmon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)
Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy Im sexy when Im standin in my drawers
If you cant check me when Im rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since youre holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
my shits more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- Im a shoot us and they got blasted
much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when its not even mastered, bitch!
My shits very chronic so rewind it
Cause its like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause Im a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
Im bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesnt
And if you still dont under-fuckin-stand where Im comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where its hummin from!
"Im a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"Im a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"Im a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"Im a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
[ Im A Bad Lyrics ]