Redman I'm A Bad Lyrics

I get mad wicked (f___ around) and catch a bad one by the funkerI puff the
mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie BunkerCause my brain is twisted so
I c___ the biscuitCause s___'s thick some say I'ma b______ of a swift
b____negro funkin it with the style in your ear broTo make you _Fear_
me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiroYou big p____ so funky that you have to
douche meYou can't hear me then my record label didn't push meI know
I'm sayin f___ too many times in my rhymesbut if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't
freak it in the lineBut it don't seems to matter cause my s___ get fatter
and fatterI'll do the funk in your face and it slaps yaHow does it feel
with the face full of funkwith the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the
bluntI puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkeyass off
then I just crush on the hush hushSo if you want a taste of the funk from
the gutterAsk the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to
mothers)"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.."
"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed""I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother"
(3X)"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"Yo yo, check this
outThis is for y'all hokey-pokey punk p____ m_________ersJust to show
y'all I do what the f___ I wanna doI want y'all to check this on the
realAnd yo, check this out[fast bass beat drops in]Shake it!
C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whassup now? Whassup now?Whattup now? Hahahahah(Yo Red, c'mon, get
back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)Yo kid chill, aight
aight check it outFlexy I'm s__y when I'm standin in my drawersIf you
can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pauseAnd listen to the
incredible s___ that I kick my manGive me five on the backhand then
stickyour finger in a hole and chop the stick quickcause my lip get to
the point, to STILL rock the fly s___Since you're holding your breath, I
hold my jewelsI swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my toolsThe original
P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk GI been this way every since
nine monthsSo get down while I rip the raps from my lips causemy s___'s
more deep, than any tape from EnigmaThe gettin nice, thinkin killer brother
who pop trashBasic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blastedmuch
a__ I kick, groove to the master mixMy song still pumps when it's not even
mastered, b____!My s___'s very chronic so rewind itCause it's like..
eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!Last
brother to battle me I started p___in in his eyeI'm bad, word to mother to
the m_________in HubbardEatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she
doesn'tAnd if you still don't under-f___in-stand where I'm comin
fromListen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!"I'm a
bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in
bed""I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad,
and a wicked in bed"
I'm A Bad