Rick Ross - I`m Bad Lyrics:
Chorus:]
Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
Ni**a What You Want Ni**a who you wit
Came wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
Ni**a what you want ni**a who you wit
Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
[Verse 1:]
Aint no limit to the s**t I start
Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar ni**a you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, Imma get my stacks. This crack comin back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. Im bad, magazines up the ass. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rappin ass ni**a talkin all that jazz. Ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin, aint it man. just got a Chevy and I got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2:]
Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from california. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW`s home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumpin like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. Im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
Ni**a what you want ni**a who you wit. Came wit my dog leavin wit a bitch. i dont see no ni**a when im on the grind, all i see is hoe ni**as when im on the grind. 45 no ni**a, kno im holdin mine. Imma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin aint it man, just got a Benz and I got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]
B for the bullets in ni**as who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks.
B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, im addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. Im bad, i poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin aint it man. Just got a hummer and i got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]
Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
Ni**a What You Want Ni**a who you wit
Came wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
Ni**a what you want ni**a who you wit
Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
[Verse 1:]
Aint no limit to the s**t I start
Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar ni**a you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, Imma get my stacks. This crack comin back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. Im bad, magazines up the ass. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rappin ass ni**a talkin all that jazz. Ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin, aint it man. just got a Chevy and I got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2:]
Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from california. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW`s home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumpin like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. Im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
Ni**a what you want ni**a who you wit. Came wit my dog leavin wit a bitch. i dont see no ni**a when im on the grind, all i see is hoe ni**as when im on the grind. 45 no ni**a, kno im holdin mine. Imma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin aint it man, just got a Benz and I got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]
B for the bullets in ni**as who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks.
B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, im addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. Im bad, i poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that ni**a be rippin aint it man. Just got a hummer and i got my s**t painted man.
[CHORUS]