Da' Bad Boy - B-Eazy, 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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 coatman

And fuck 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

Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby!

Best believe, I will fuck your wife!

Leave it up to me, she’s getting fucked tonight!

Cause you didn’t fuck 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

Fuck 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

Fuck tha laws, I play the way that I was taught, baby!