Da' Bad Boy (feat. Radical)

Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? Yeah, I'm a bad boy I play the game & I never get caught Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy Yeah, I'm a bad boy F*ck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? Yes I am, make it quite clear There's a new Outlaw in town And this is my year! Listen up & get the f*ck up out of my chair Watch kind of chilly A reminder that my time's near Yeah, and I sense you kind of scared Well you ought to be, cuz I keep my artillery right here Yeah, I'm well aware of all the fight stares Game so tight, I could pull them 2 dimes right there Right were? Them sexy dimes sipping Belvedere Standing right next to them dikes In white Nike Airs With that light-brown hair, tell her come here I ain't fronting Let me whisper sweet somethings in your ear My mission is to give you what you been missing Cause your man tripping Give him the 50 yard fakeout Let's end up somewhere missing Listen baby, here's the program Grab your coat from the coat man And f*ck your plans We bout to go, damn! Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? Yeah, I'm a bad boy I play the game & I never get caught Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy Yeah, I'm a bad boy F*ck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! Best believe, I will f*ck your wife! Leave it up to me, she's getting fucked tonight! Cause you didn't f*ck her right That's what she tells me when we hug at night No kidding! Make sure that the rubber's tight To let no kids in, that's forbidden! Until we sign them papers, maybe later But for now, no children! I give her that feeling Cream filling like a nut? Nah, nigga... I be feeling on her butt? Until it's time to beat it up! I'll leave it up to your man, understand So he can eat it up My mess, he can clean it up Evidence? Didn't leave enough Yeah, she sucked it all up, yup! Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? Yeah, I'm a bad boy I play the game & I never get caught Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy Yeah, I'm a bad boy F*ck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby! Man, somebody get Diddy on the line And tell 'em it's an artist in Dallas he need to sign I got me city locked, plus my fitted cocked I might Diddy bop, but for now I run Hip Hop I keep some white friends, cause you know the Black Rob Shit, I might out-shine Shyne, no wax job I love to Puff on trees, that sticky-icky Plus I know the popo's follow B, but that's no Biggie! No big weight on me Just that 38 on me Pastor Mason told me "Shit, you gotta keep the Faith, homie!" You know I'm still hard to the core like Kim & them Other rappers, they still a bore & I ain't feeling them I'm still sweet to the ladies, like cinnamon Wait, they at the door? Well, please send 'em in! Baby my patience is thin, I won't tell you twice Or else, you must pay like you weigh like Kelly Price! Say Eazy, are you a bad boy? Yeah, I'm a bad boy I play the game & I never get caught Yeah B-Eazy, you a bad boy Yeah, I'm a bad boy F*ck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby!