Bitch Bad Lyrics - Food & Liquor Ii - Lupe Fiasco

Yeah, I say, bitch bad 

Woman good, lady better 

Hey, hey, hey, hey 

Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five, maybe four 

Riding 'round with his mama listening to the radio 

And a song comes on and a not far off from being born 

Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong 

Now, I ain't trying to make it too complex 

But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped context 

About the perception of women these days 

His mama sings along, and this what she says 

"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bad, bitch! 

Somethin' that's far above average." 

And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage 

And baby carriage and other things that match it 

Couple of things are happenin' here 

First he's relatin' the word bitch with his mama - comma 

And because she's relatin' to herself 

As most important source of help 

And mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor 

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Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

(I'm killin' these bitches) 

Uh, tell 'em, bitch bad 

Woman good, lady better 

They misunderstood 

They misunderstood 

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls 9 through 12 

On the Internet watching videos 

Listening to songs by themselves 

It doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance 

They understand the Internet better than their parents 

Now, being the Internet, the content's probably uncensored 

They're young, so they're malleable and probably unmentored 

A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance 

Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference 

"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches 

That's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches." 

Now, let's say that they less concerned with him 

And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims 

Ah, the plot thickens: high heels, long hair, fat booty, slim 

Reality check, I'm not trippin' 

They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch 

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Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

(I'm killin' these bitches) 

I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say 

Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

(I'm killin' these bitches) 

Disclaimer: this rhymer, Lupe, is not using "bitch" as a lesson 

But as a psychological weapon 

To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions 

Discretions, reflections, it's clever misdirection 

'Cause while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast 

Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp 

Sho' enough, in this little world 

The little boy meets one of those little girls 

And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch 

He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually 

She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna fuck her 

He think she's bad at being a bitch like his mother 

Momma never dressed like that 

Come out the house, hot mess like that 

Ass, titties, dressed like that, all out to impress like that 

Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion 

He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion 

Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart 

But bad mean bad to him, bitch don't play a part 

But bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way 

But she think she a bitch; what a double entendre! 

Tell 'em, bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say 

Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

They misunderstood 

Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, they misunderstood 

You're misunderstood 

(I'm killin' these bitches) 

Bitch bad, woman good 

Lady better, greatest motherhood 

(I'm killin' these bitches)