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Bad Boys
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Kanye West
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[Verse 1:Kayne West]I wish a motherf**ker would Speakin facts, we can rap Let's get that understood Yeah! Jizzle this baseball cap The classic Moe Dee rap Them wicked-ass people runnin radio stations No justification, to these false accusations What's the flavour of the rules they mandate And to make matters worse, the eye witness news And wanna-be rock stars on a blind date Makes me and offer I can't refuse When b*t*hes see em' then they automatically choose El queria tu direccion, yeah just your address It's amazin the way that I've been blessed, I guess It's been damn near a year, and life's got cold Cash in my stash, bought my last on a 'Llac drop Match the coat, for real I had the Avenue sold Automatic, let and go right off of the top But I just made a pit stop I don't care what they say I'm always scopin' her usually from far away Give it up, come out ya f**king pockets That school is a motherf**kin waste of time I live to rip over the dirtiest and roughest cuts Savour every minute of the summertime Different from how some rhyme What's up with your car sweetie? From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti My impression's otherwise cause it makes the girls flow I know you're real high when you hear my voice... We gon' do a lil' somethin like this though How they call the shots and they make the choice When I heard my beat with the next man's voice Or you gon'get'cha wig cracked, just like that Thick girls go and shake ya big butt But I'ma be my little brother's keeper Page 59, be weary of the water that sleeps Heres the number to my beeper Mouth dry from fear, unaware of homeboy and his peeps To set the alarm, the deepest sleep of sleeps P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Now hey young world, from MIA to L.A Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand How long to sing this song On the creep, staying deep for my Sureno land And you knew something was wrong Bump and grindin' to this cold song You never, ever know how I'm coming You can date it right back to the beginning And now it hurts to be around or converse witcha This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me 'Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl, don't 'cha? My heart beat, dirt concrete, I couldn't see This hero came to set hip-hop free And you gonna do sh*t? The devils slick, gettin their head split The house started shakin and we heard a kaboom We used to be at Pam house sleepin' on the couch The words that he spoke made the people assume A door flung open, it's him, I stand from a crouch You gettin all mad and got me sleepin on the couch I get so bloody, I sit in, the dark alone Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done I hit a dap to my thugs, Women get hugs I scratched records and performed a few tricks I, dabbled in drugs, in the gravel with thugs Everything I done broke, Lil' Keke gon' fix Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix You might see me with a platinum Rolex Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex
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