[VERSE 1]
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I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
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And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn! "
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Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
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Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
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I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
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Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
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Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
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The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
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Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
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It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
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From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
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Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
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I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
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Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
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Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
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And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
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(Rapper gone bad)
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(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
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(Baaad)
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[VERSE 2]
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I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
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Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
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You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
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Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
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I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
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Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
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Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
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And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
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I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
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I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree
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Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean
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Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and I'm the Green
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Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick
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Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
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Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
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They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
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Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
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Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
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In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
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My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
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(Rapper gone bad)
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(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
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(Baaad)
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[VERSE 3]
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A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
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Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
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Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
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Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
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Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
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But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons
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I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
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Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny
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Chirpin every time I shift gears
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In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
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Put some of that 151 in the bag
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Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
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(Rapper gone bad)
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(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
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(Baaad)
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Rapper Gone Bad
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Mac Dre |