| Lyrics: | (Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop
Verse One: Mase
Now with Sean on the hot
track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's
right)
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop
that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die
quicker (uh-huh)
This fed time outta town pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I
sipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat
rash
Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class
(ehehe)
I'm through with bein a player and a baller
Just want me one bad bitch so I can
spoil her
Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed
Rock Versace silks over
spilled v-neck
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my uz', anything I touch I
bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right)
Goodfellas, you know you
can't touch us dudes
[Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Puff] We're
tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah
Verse Two: Mase
Broken glass
everywhere *glass shatters*
if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's
right)
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
(Mase
can you please stop smoking lah lah?)
Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in
Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Though I'm never drugged, I'm
the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh)
Could it be I
move as smoove as Bugsy? |
