[Bad Boy]
Uh oh
Come on
(Verse 1)
I used to know this dude named Woopty Woop
I won't say your name, but this one's for you
You used to be kickin' back in '92
Til the player fell in love with this b*tch he'd screw
He gave
The hoochie all of his pay
He stopped comin' to bang after a couple of days
The pus*y was the bomb, had a n*gga all sprung
He was in love, like a motherf*cker, made him a punk
And oh
Man, she was in it for the dough
And being who I am, I had to call him a hoe
She got you on lock, got you spendin' them ends
Why you gettin' some ass, you tryin' to hide for your friends
Know
Man, I said, she was a hoochie
But what you did was paid her for the pus*y
And being who you are
You got played like a trick
You switched
That's why we called you a b*tch
Chorus: Bad Boy
If you are what you say, then this ain't for you
If you real with ya game, it's the same for you
But if you live, if you not, this is game for you
Man, some of y'all n*ggas is b*tches too
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 2)
Wrote this cat named Jermaine, had to rock cocaine
With the house full of rock, but he had no game
Frontin' like a muh'f*cker, flossin' his grip
Actin' like a hog while he's talkin' his sh*t
No one on the block ever gave him one love
Was doin' too much, cause he was greedy as f*ck
Well, I ain't tryin' to knock him
But somebody is
A jealous motherf*cker, we just call him a b*tch
Robbin' from Jay
Cause Jay had the rock
The boy gotta go
Is the song on the block
No one ever listens, they just wanna get paid
Get in and get out
That's the name of the game
He changed
But don't be claimin' for bread
Got you for everything cause it got to your head (Punk)
A pig b*tch
Ain't no better than him
But you switched, motherf*cker, now you ain't got sh*t (Biotch)
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
Well, the motherf*ckin' moral of the story is
Can't no motherf*cker say he had to tell me sh*t
I learned what I know from this game from you
That actin' like a b*tch, it ain't the thang to do
Money over hoe, can't make me change
And talkin' 'bout the next man made some strange
But all I wanna do is try to keep it real
When pus*y got a face since the dollar bill
So don't get played
And watch your ass
And hold your snatch
And f*ck for cash
Is up for grabs
Let the punk ass go
di*k in trance
Man, f*ck them hoes
The same for Jay
Watch your pay
Watch your friends, and
Watch your brains
Cause money, made
Can react like a b*tch (Sshhh, I ain't telling you sh*t)
Dude
You know
Repeat Chorus Four Times