Rapper Gone Bad Lyrics - Mac Dre

[ VERSE 1 ] 

I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams 

And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!" 

Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino 

Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know 

I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of 

Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love 

Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo 

The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single 

Bounce and shake what your mama gave you 

It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you 

>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin 

Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again" 

I'm fabulicious, game nutricious 

Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes 

Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag 

And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad 

(Rapper gone bad) 

(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) 

(Baaad) 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious 

Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious 

You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals 

Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle 

I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me 

Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi 

Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand 

And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand 

I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d 

I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree 

Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean 

Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and I'm the Green 

Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick 

Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits 

Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes 

They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks 

Mac D with the r connected to the e (me) 

Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy 

In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work 

My body over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert 

(Rapper gone bad) 

(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) 

(Baaad) 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort 

Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts 

Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new 

Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey 

Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation 

But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons 

I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me 

Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny 

Chirpin every time I shift gears 

In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears 

Put some of that 1-5-1 in the bag 

Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad 

(Rapper gone bad) 

(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) 

(Baaad)