Bad To The Bone Lyrics - The Your Old Droog - Your Old Droog

Get popped twice, once with the dice 

Got shooters that'll take out any mark for a price 

Still gotta' get 'em back for that [?] Bronx heist 

Been busy in the lab trying to get it Tony Starks nice 

With no Perb in sight, tell dawg, "you's a suburbanite" 

I'll knock that silly looking turban right off your head 

You're dead 

On your bitch, I'll break your nose if you cockblock 

Might say some wild stuff on the mic but don't refer to me as a shock jock 

I'm very cocky ock, eating teryaki 

Wild groupies willing to drink sake out of sock 

They flock in droves to tell us that they're fans, mad over-zealous 

To hell with this rap shit, I'm about to start writing novellas 

We best sellers, dodging Jerry Hellers and never rocking Perry Ellis 

The composer, piping the cellists 

Got us doing something vile in a homemade movie 

That's a porn flick mate, when me and her fornicate 

From my point of view, lames will anoint a few so called rulers 

But only after a joint or two 

That's why it's mine, I'm mad known 

That other rappers just another king that I had to dethrone 

Cause I'm bad to the bone, bad to the bone 

Bad to the bone, bad to the bone 

Bad to the bone, bad to the 

2014 George Thorogood, thorough-good in any borough or hood 

Used to bag bitches from Murrow to Midwood 

Back when you was in the crib watching Squidward 

You don't want no beef, kids will get torn like some Fronto Leaf 

Front of freaks, moving in fly sneaks 

Two finger rings and gold teeth 

That ain't afraid to hold heat 

Hold heat where it smells like whole wheat 

Pumpernickel, pump your dimes, pump your nickles 

Let me flex the vocab a little bit 

Make these crackers think I'm smart and tell me how I'm so articulate 

Want me to turn it down a notch, nah chill, watch the skill 

Even if the drummer botch the fill 

Irreverent to the reverend and a menace to the minister 

Sinister, pull shorty and her twin sister 

While you birds eavesdrop on my pocket dial 

From my dress pants, or with shoes that's crocodile 

Shaddup! 

Talking slick but you gnome size 

Run up in your crib during breakfast while you eating your homefries 

Lock his hashbrowns, ever since I got this cash, clowns been sweatin' me hard (hard), why? 

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