[Intro:]
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[Puff] Bad boy baby,
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we the last standin' check the records,
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check the score.
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Da Band, the next generation of Bad Boy, c'mon
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[Babs]
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I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard
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breast don't sagg, I dont need no push-up bra
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chick you mad, babs got a brand new car
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drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar [belive]
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pop bottles and roll up trees
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Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules
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you got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em
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big belly women we starve 'em
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dudes in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin'
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betta tuck in ya chain dude and keep on walkin'
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you a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
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get ya girl stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
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I got this, Diddy done let me out
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out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)
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my year now so you girls betta leave
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me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep
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[chorus (Ness):]
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All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that, Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
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[Ness]
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Imma changed man since I made the band
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nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand
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made man, made the band, wave ya hands
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rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band
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Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
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don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)
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go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor
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dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager
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keep ya hands out my pockets boy
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franchise like I play for the Rockets boy
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who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya boy
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Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project boy
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yo stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps boy
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I can't help it, I'm a violent boy
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a gee, who down wit his thousand boys
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[Chorus (Chopper):]
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All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
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Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
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[Chopper]
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there he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon
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G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin'
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runnin' game on ya chick, ya boy's a pimp
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I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)
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if you bout it then throw it up
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got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
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now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
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you - run in that water now ya life is in danger
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ride wit the underworld, them key bangers
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soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers
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picture a clown tryin' to carry me
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it won't happen, I won't let you haters worry me
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Imma stay thugged out till they bury me
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when they do, I can;t wait to see baryy B
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Imma dirty south boy from the dirty steets
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get krunk, get buck, get the hell off ya feet
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[Chorus (Fred):]
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All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
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Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because...
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[Fred]
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Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
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I'm Fred, you want his head, put a couple in his coffin'
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Lord forgive me, but these dudes is playin' wit the boss man
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you don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (come one man)
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on a night if we tight, and you bring your cousin', man homeboy that's yo man
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man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
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I'm Bad, but not a boy, I got a part of his name
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homie I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain
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yo head - harder than wood then I'm partin ' ya frame
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A Don, I mean what I say and I say what I mean
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I eat, shh, and sleep yeah I lay wit them things
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Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team
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[E.Ness & Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (holla)
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[Chopper] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
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[Babs] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
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Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That
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| Bad Boy's Da Band |
