Bad, Bad, Bad Lyrics - Singles - Kool Moe Dee

[ verse 1 ] 

Since the day I was born I was on a mission 

Never played out of position or wishin or missin 

I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside 

Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes 

I - I was talkin way before I could crawl or walk 

And what the ladies heard, wasn't baby talk 

I'd drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb 

Highly explosive, but notice, I was cool and calm 

Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun 

Was just beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come 

With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug 

I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug 

I stood up for a while, then I started walkin 

I heard the ladies say, "look who's talkin" 

That's right, baby, you can leave me alone 

Cause if you can't please me, don't tease me, cause I'm bad to the.. 

[ female voices repeating ] 

Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad 

(big bad..) --> run 

[ verse 2 ] 

As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean 

Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem 

No dope, crack, coke, flat broke I'm not 

Sell smoke, nope, nope, won't smoke the pot 

Gettin high off life was more than enough 

And peer pressure ain't pressure when a boy is tough 

And I was tougher than tough, I'm from the darkside 

And hangin out in the park and in the parkside 

Play a brother in any game he wanted to play 

For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay 

I wasn't diggin for niggas, so brother, dig deep 

If one got over, it's over, I let the kid keep 

A little change, it's strange, he want to bet it back 

I took his claim to fame, he want to get it back 

And when the night was over I took his girl home 

I dimmed the lights and showed her that I was bad.. 

[ verse 3 ] 

Now I'm in my 20s with plenty money and honey bunnies 

20s and 10s, drive a benz, you can't take nothin from me 

Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy 

But I beat the game, but it was war, boy 

Because the streets entice you for the wrong things 

I couldn't pay the price, I wrote a song theme 

And from the moment I touched the microphone 

It was known that I was bad to the bone 

But weak rappers and a lack of promotion 

Made the job hard, I had to throw some 

Weak lyrics together, just to get paid 

'go see the doctor', and I got played 

The train continued to the 'wild, wild west' 

I heard some brothers say, "he ain't the best" 

Huh, but check the records that ain't well known 

And look around and see all my clones 

[ verse 4 ] 

By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich 

Sittin on the top of the world with about 36 

Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top 

Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because I'm countin top 

Dollar, I'm a scholar seekin knowledge, I'm a truth-seeker 

The baddest brother on a microphone and two speakers 

On turntables I'm able to start a movement 

And when I move the crowd, the ladies move with 

Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie 

So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize 

Ladies, listen to the man and watch me work 

Fellas, keep your cool when she goes bezerk 

Cause I touch em in places that most men don't 

Don't get jealous, fellas, oh, that's all she wrote 

Then when the night is over you'll be alone 

Cause ladies love ya when a brother is bad to the bone