I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say,"Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
B**ches get sprayed up with clips of this
Bay love Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper
Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
It's the drapers, can you feel it?
Nothin can save you
From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
Hoes see me in the traffic and say,"Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
Break b**ches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
And come f**k with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)
I'm a old schooler like
Grandmaster and the 5 that was
Furious B**ches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious?
Well, listen to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like
Luke did by
Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you know
I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the show at the hotel
Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes
I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the scene like they
Jack and I'm the
Green Giant, defiant, b**ches get dealt with quick
Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what
I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin
Hennessy In between the sheets
I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like
Johnny, Keith and
Levert (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like
Too $hort
Smoke punks like
Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see
Chuey Boy,
I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
But I'm still a player with a
Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
Got posse,
Flowmasters and
Shift, King and
Tranny Chirpin every time
I shift gears
In that '95
Impala with them gold-dipped gears
Put some of that 151 in the bag
Come f**k with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)
