So Bad Lyrics - Pimp To Eat - Analog Brothers

[Kool Keith] 

Yeah man, I just got home man... yeah 

I was on tour with Prince and them 

I did 32 shows with James Brown 

Madonna just got home too, we all just got off tour 

We have three buses, followin' each other 

Yeah... Ah 

Flamboyant status, Don Cornelious called me up on Soul Train 

Lavish livin' with diamonds... limo service 

Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX 

Fans by the millions, catrillions 

Tickets sold about two million 

At the Great Western Forum I had somethin' for 'em 

Headlinin' over Toto and 702, Lil' Kim and Foxy 

Openin' up for the big rock star with a hot car 

On stage like the Shilights, legendary with bright lights 

Signin' autographs for the Warner Brothers and the Def Jam staff 

Sooped up to the max with a platinum Brahmin, fog lights 

Excitin', girls scream for me like Elvis 

I'm all shook up with the hook up 

32 shows in the United States booked up 

European tours, walkin' in gold hotels with marble floors 

Private jets, Michael Jordan my plane is startin' to boardin' 

Bank of America, versatile, make the teller smile 

Cashin' four hundred thousand dollar checks 

To buy a boa constrictor to sit around my neck 

Travel with sound crew that's comin' from SoundView 

Keith Korg, last name Burtman, don't want to hurt men 

While managers walk out we jerk men 

I move up with thrust, that's right... I'm out there 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, you know when I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. 

Don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad 

When I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. 

Don't you be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad 

[Silver Synth] 

Silv Synth, the slickest lane struck with this 

Famous frame, plus I mack a million, chameleon 

Identity switch pitch, never re-glitching, gamin' on 'em 

Top models I'm gainin' on 'em 

Trainin' 'em to have me nuttin' solid as titanium 

Wasn't frontin' when I started slangin' 'em 

I mean, I put 'em on, with the need to alc 'em on, now I'm spawnin' 'em 

A new breed of poontang and now I'm flauntin' 'em 

On the boulevard hard, touch my girl get scarred 

This pimp thang - got me holdin' heat and everythang 

Pushin' Ferrari's, kitted out, small diamonds - fit 'em out 

Rocked up and head swoll, though I couldn't get locked up 

On a roll, if it wasn't a Silver thang it'd be gold 

I'm up now, but wish I took ear to what I was told 

(Blaow, blaow, blaow!) 

[Chorus] 

[Kool Keith] 

A.J. Lester, slacks with Stetson's, holdin' down the fort 

Ridin' up the Westside Highway with a European model 

Drivin' a frost white Cadillac El Daradoe 

With an African-Asian from Zimbabwe, I'm doin' it my way 

With a strip club I own in a 914 zone 

Back from Detroit, excalibur with the fish tail 

My personal chauffeur named Ismael 

Pullin' long haul - 

Bringin' 20 pairs of sneakers I bought from the Fox Hills Mall 

World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser 

Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru 

Callin' my man from Alaska named Tom who live in a igloo 

Cellular phone from J&J, livin' day to day 

Shoppin' bags on 5th Avenue with a dark black Maxi 

With BET on the phone, my room is chrome 

Pearl bathroom by the glass room 

Much cubic space livin' on Payton Place 

[Chorus]