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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Since the day I was born I was on a mission
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Never played out of position or wishin or missin
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I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside
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Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes
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I - I was talkin way before I could crawl or walk
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And what the ladies heard, wasn't baby talk
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I'd drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb
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Highly explosive, but notice, I was cool and calm
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Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun
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Was just beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come
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With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug
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I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug
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I stood up for a while, then I started walkin
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I heard the ladies say, "Look who's talkin"
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That's right, baby, you can leave me alone
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Cause if you can't please me, don't tease me, cause I'm bad to the..
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[ female voices repeating ]
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Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad
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(Big bad..)--> Run
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean
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Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem
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No dope, crack, coke, flat broke I'm not
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Sell smoke, nope, nope, won't smoke the pot
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Gettin high off life was more than enough
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And peer pressure ain't pressure when a boy is tough
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And I was tougher than tough, I'm from the darkside
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And hangin out in the park and in the parkside
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Play a brother in any game he wanted to play
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For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay
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I wasn't diggin for niggas, so brother, dig deep
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If one got over, it's over, I let the kid keep
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A little change, it's strange, he want to bet it back
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I took his claim to fame, he want to get it back
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And when the night was over I took his girl home
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I dimmed the lights and showed her that I was bad..
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Now I'm in my 20s with plenty money and honey bunnies
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20s and 10s, drive a Benz, you can't take nothin from me
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Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy
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But I beat the game, but it was war, boy
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Because the streets entice you for the wrong things
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I couldn't pay the price, I wrote a song theme
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And from the moment I touched the microphone
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It was known that I was bad to the bone
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But weak rappers and a lack of promotion
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Made the job hard, I had to throw some
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Weak lyrics together, just to get paid
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'Go See The Doctor', and I got played
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The train continued to the 'Wild, Wild West'
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I heard some brothers say, "He ain't the best"
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Huh, but check the records that ain't well known
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And look around and see all my clones
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich
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Sittin on the top of the world with about 36
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Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top
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Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because I'm countin top
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Dollar, I'm a scholar seekin knowledge, I'm a truth-seeker
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The baddest brother on a microphone and two speakers
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On turntables I'm able to start a movement
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And when I move the crowd, the ladies move with
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Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie
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So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize
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Ladies, listen to the man and watch me work
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Fellas, keep your cool when she goes bezerk
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Cause I touch em in places that most men don't
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Don't get jealous, fellas, oh, that's all she wrote
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Then when the night is over you'll be alone
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Cause ladies love ya when a brother is bad to the bone
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Bad, Bad, Bad
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Kool Moe Dee |