Bad Boys 歌詞
Performed by Inner Circle featuring Tek
Put yo' hand up on yo' head
Jump up and spread
Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead
Put yo' hand up on yo' head
Jump up and spread
Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad boys bad boys
What'cha gonna do
What'cha gonna do when they come for you
Bad boys bad boys
What'cha gonna do
What'cha gonna do when they come for you
What's the reason for the harass
All up in my a*s
Be bubblin' in my stomach like gas
D**n
I feel the grass smoke circulatin' through my vains
Thankful in control of the brain not goin' insane
Yo check 'em at a very young age
He gon' make the front page
Too bad they caught you out the blitz with the 12 gauge
They got mommy screamin' all in the rangin' changin'
Re arrangin' the atmosphere
I guess your moms shoulda made the message much clearer
In your ear
Maybe you learned your lesson count your blessin's
And the is like this
You really know it is gettin' bad
When they shootin' babies up in s**tty diapers
So run go get your ten wipe this
We'll make ya welcome test real out the blue
Tell me what you fo' do when the bad boys comin' fo' you
Put yo' hand up on yo' head
Jump up and spread
Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead
Nobody now gettin' no break
Boys now give ya no break
Nah oh soldier man'll give you no break
Not nah give ya no breaks hey hey
Uh oh yo I check
See here they come
I figure that it's the bad boys playin' the diggy dum dum dum
Yo what do you want with my life
Ya see me on the block tryin' to sell my rock
But how do you make a deal with a n***a
Played until your head tock
Tek tell 'em how to head 'em
Maybe it's time for me to quit
Why
'Cause I'm tired of all the bulls**t
Snakes fickin' all over my grave
It's my age feel like I'm runnin' with slaves
I'm on the next SOUL train
Soon fool procrastinate and immitate
Whether you're phony or fake it's just how you hate
How you gonna knock me in the belly of the beast
When I'm already doin' time in the New York streets
So run around go get your gats
Don't forget your crew
Tell me what'cha gonna do
'Cause the bad boys comin' for you