Bad Stuff Lyrics - Singles - Cactus

I was born in seventy-one 

In seventy-two I started to walk 

Seventy-three 

Seventy-four 

Seventy-five 

I learned to talk 

Seventy-six I tried sexing 

That was around the age of five 

Seventy-seven 

Seventy-eight 

And seventy-nine 

I started to ride 

With my 

Uncle Ike 

In eighty and eighty-one 

I was about ten 

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But the first time a little chick 

Made me cum 

Was eighty-two 

Or eighty-three 

My life really came alive 

In eighty-four 

I was thirteen 

But 

Nineteen eighty-five's 

The number 

I met this bitch 

Who told me if I got tight with her 

Together we would grow rich 

Type of chick 

That'll make a brother 

Feel good inside 

Photos 

In my mind when I'm sleep 

Woke 

When I walk 

When I ride 

Getting to me in the classroom 

Used to follow me into the bathroom 

And I loved it 

She was wild 

And everyday 

People bore me 

Captivate 

Activate my hormones 

When you speak to me 

Softly 

Offer me 

A piece of you 

'Cause 

Me so horny 

She let me foreplay 

And that's it 

She said 

If I would rap 

And make some dollars for us 

Maybe I can get a hit 

I was writing 

Then I found myself fighting 

For the juices 

When I found out 

That our little agreement's 

Non-exclusive 

Ah damn 

She let celebrity status hit 

So I'm thinking of tactics 

How to leave ran down 

Prophylatics 

On the mattress 

So I practice 

Hoping to stuff my fat dick 

In this rap bitch 

Knowing when I stuff my cactus 

In that catfish 

Imma flat shit 

She's turning me into a killer 

Devour fools 

I'm powerful 

Like Mecha-Godzilla 

She said 

If I keep rapping 

She'll keep clapping 

But ain't nobody strapping 

Till she see paper 

And then we'll see what's happening 

And I hear her say 

You heard of Tech 

He's like the best 

He built his nest 

In the Midwest 

The boy can flow 

And he be busting like 

Boom boom 

It's like I'm stuck 

I feel I'm cursed 

About to load the N9na 

Tech cause in a sec 

I'm finna be busting like 

Boom boom 

[repeat] 

[2nd Verse] 

Ninety-three 

She invited me 

To a party in L.A. 

So popular 

She introduced me to 

2Pac the next day 

She took me to this party 

In Beverly Hills 

Where me and Chris Tucker 

Couldn't get in 

Because of our ball caps 

And they was all about dollar bills 

She was a G 

And got us all in for free 

Ran into Pac again 

She talked about him so tough 

I knew she was cocking him 

But I never did hate 

Because I knew 

Heated sex 

Was our fate 

As I got clever 

And a lot better 

She started letting me and my boys 

Hit together 

Me and Pac hit the slot 

Now it's out in the open 

Didn't take long 

To make her get it on 

Came on strong 

And Thugs Get Lonely too 

Was our slogan 

She wanted me 

And Chino XL 

But he backed off 

And said that's hell 

He don't dip into every female 

Waiting to exhale 

With a 

Wet tail 

Wish I could be with baby 

Daily 

But I recall 

The Veteran Click saying 

Tech 

Don't turn a tramp into your 

Lady 

I don't know why 

I want this bitch 

She always dis and 

Won't let me 

Showcase my shit 

This bitch is driving N9na 

Crazy 

[Hook] 

You heard of Tech 

He's like the best 

He built his nest 

In the midwest 

And he be busting like 

Boom boom 

It's like I'm stuck 

I feel I'm cursed 

About to load the N9na 

Tech cause in a sec 

I'm finna be busting 

Boom boom 

[repeat] 

[3rd Verse] 

Fuck this 

I'm ready for 

One on one ruckus 

Still she like 

Don't touch this 

When I'm alone with her 

It's on 

When the bone hit her 

Get her 

Hoeing off in L.A. 

With my folks 

Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz 

L Q Max Key 

Hella knocking your back out 

Bitch 

Long strokes 

You a nympho 

Who the pimps though 

Me and Roger Troutman 

Had you at Juan Momma house 

Shouting 

Through the talk box 

You exhaust cocks 

And you ought not 

Ever get caught hot 

Why she always gotta have the vault lock 

Kinda mad when I really 

Thought back 

Me and Rza hit that ass 

On the video set 

Why did we hit 

Raw 

Bitch told us 

How she fucked 

Eminem 

Kool G 

KRS 

Monch 

Exhibit and 

All 

Type a niggas 

When Felony fucked 

He said 

What what what what 

I was next in line 

Right after he busted his 

Nut nut nut nut 

I heard 

My homey Rodney say 

She want me and Lynch to hit 

Sac and MO dick 

And she said she wanted it so bad 

Cause we so sick 

I saw you at 92.3 

The Beat 

With Jay-Z and Damon 

I know at times 

I'm hella complex 

But now Imma put it in lamens 

I wanna fuck you 

Not with Jimmy Jam 

Not with Terry Lewis 

Not with Quincy Jones 

Not with QD3 

Just me and you 

And Imma show you all the things 

That I can do 

Go platinum plus 

Get trapped in your lust 

So I'm hoping me and you can 

Bang bang 

I know you're a groupie hoe 

But I still 

Want your coochie though 

Before I go 

I want you to tell these people 

Your name 

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