Oversættelse: Jimmy Bad Boy. * Måne og stjerner.
Oversættelse: Jimmy Bad Boy. * Skibe i bugten.
Oversættelse: Jimmy Bad Boy. Hvis jeg kunne.
if it's hot it's ours If it's not it's yours, we on the job Everybody eatin, everybody involved You can't stop that like you can't stop rap Bad Boy stop
my (Woohoo) All over my (Woohoo) K-k-kiss on my (Woohoo) All over my (Woohoo) Feel lights on me everywhere I go (Woohoo) Like a little boy up in the
Think it was the time in my life when I was findin' me Sittin' in the spot with the dimes Willin' to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time Then
having bad luck I'm having bad luck, I'm having bad luck Got to release the body I'm having bad luck, I'm having bad luck Got to release the body Got
know I'd do anything if I could be just like him 'Cause that boy could dance, that boy could dance That boy could dance That boy could dance That boy
the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that) Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army I was a bad motherfucker, slightly retarded Mentally
say it, then I won't say it See if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck that, bla bla I'ma call that rude boy from
Chorus We are the Bears Shufflin' Crew Shufflin' on down, doin' it for you. We're so bad we know we're good. Blowin' your mind like we knew we would
Henny on the liver grant death wishes like a genie I?ma killer Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver hard to keep jimmy in zipper when you got them bad
never thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God my bitch Bad Boy And that's word to my nigga Bab boy I saw Puff I was finna speak Nigga
don't rhyme after You only know half of the math, it don't add up The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter Watch me now, just begun like Jimmy Castor I'm bad
, go in brother like Mr. Cee You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad
Left a bad taste in my mouth But I imposed her like, "Hey Mercedes, why the long face? Why you cryin'? No need, just put on this 'Coheed' and fall out" Boy
got none, but throwin off that accoutrements ever since I winced at the thought of a dress Yes you might be wantin to consider me a tomboy Boy get it