Paroles I am bad Redman

I am bad

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie BunkerCause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit
Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitchnegro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiroYou big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymesbut if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatterI'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funkwith the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkeyass 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 I'm bad (word to mothers) "I'm a bad.." "
Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "
Bad bad, and a wicked in bed""I'm a bad.." "
Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "
Bad bad, and a wicked in bed" Yo yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out [fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah (Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!) Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers
If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stickyour finger in a hole and chop the stick quickcause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since you're 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 GI been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips causemy shit's more deep, than any tape from EnigmaThe gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blastedmuch ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!
My shit's very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eyeI'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin HubbardEatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn'tAnd if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from! "I'm a bad.." "
Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "
Bad bad, and a wicked in bed""I'm a bad.." "
Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "
Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"