I'm A Bad Lyrics - Whut? Thee Album - Redman

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker 

I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 

Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit 

Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch 

negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro 

To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro 

You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me 

You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me 

I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes 

but if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line 

But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter 

I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya 

How does it feel with the face full of funk 

with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt 

I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey 

ass off then I just crush on the hush hush 

So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter 

Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers) 

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"I'm a bad." "Yo word to the mother" (3X) 

"I'm a bad." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed" 

"I'm a bad." "Yo word to the mother" (3X) 

"I'm a bad." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed" 

Yo yo, check this out 

This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers 

Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do 

I want y'all to check this on the real 

And yo, check this out 

[fast bass beat drops in] 

Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! 

Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? 

Whattup now? Hahahahah 

(Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!) 

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Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out 

Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers 

If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause 

And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man 

Give me five on the backhand then stick 

your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick 

cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit 

Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels 

I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools 

The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G 

I been this way every since nine months 

So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause 

my shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma 

The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash 

Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted 

much ass I kick, groove to the master mix 

My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch! 

My shit's very chronic so rewind it 

Cause it's like. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic! 

Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie! 

Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye 

I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard 

Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't 

And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from 

Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from! 

"I'm a bad." "Yo word to the mother" (3X) 

"I'm a bad." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed" 

"I'm a bad." "Yo word to the mother" (3X) 

"I'm a bad." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"