Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That Lyrics - Singles - Bad Boy's Da Band

Bad Boy, baby 

We the last standin' check the records 

Check the score 

Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on 

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard 

Tits don't sag, I don't need no push-up bra 

Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car 

Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar 

Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed 

Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules 

You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve'em 

Big belly bitches we starve 'em 

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin' 

Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin' 

You a thug, why you keep on talkin', let's get it crackin' 

Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen 

I got this, Diddy done let me out 

Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth 

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that 

(My year, now so you girls betta leave) 

This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat 

(Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep) 

I'ma changed man, since I made the band 

Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand 

Made man, made the band, wave ya hands 

Rocks in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band 

Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land 

Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran 

Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a janitor 

Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager 

Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga 

Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga 

'Who Shot Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga 

'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project nigga 

You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz 

I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence 

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that 

(But you fuckin' wit the wildest nigga) 

This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat 

(That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga) 

There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon 

G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin' 

Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp 

I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it 

If you bout it then throw it up 

Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up 

Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya 

You, run in that water now ya life is in danger 

Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers 

Niggas that be off that frail, them beef bringers 

Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me 

It won't happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me 

I'ma stay thugged out till they bury me 

When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B 

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that 

(I'ma Dirty South nigga from the dirty streets) 

Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because 

(Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet) 

Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin' 

I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin 

Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the boss man 

You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in 

I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin' 

Man homeboy that's y'all man 

Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game 

I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a part of his name 

And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain 

Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain 

A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean 

I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things 

Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team 

Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team 

Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team 

Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team 

Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003 

Fire, fire, Too Hot For T.V. 

Too hot to hold in the headphones this time 

Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now 

Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king 

I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness 

Fire, yeah, and we won't stop 

Da Band, fire, yeah