Rapper Gone Bad-Mac Dre

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 B**ches 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 mammy 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 b**ches like dishes and drink like them fishes Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag And come f**k 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 B**ches 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, b**ches 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 puddy 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 151 in the bag Come f**k with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad)