Bad Ways Lyrics
The song Bad Ways is performed by Too $hort in the album named Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) in the year 1996 .
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It's goin' down like this ma-f**ka
Is the shit gone ever change
'Cause I be caught up in the middle of it
Click my pistol, and then in his f**kin' throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga
f**k Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro Park
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days
My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what you think about myself 'cause I'm a grown man
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin' but I know you's a bitch
'Cause I be watchin', tryin' to get my rob on this shit
See niggas underestimate the city that I claim
Where I am niggas sayin', 'What the f**k is gang bang?'
Hard livin' mothaf**ka represent your turf, your side of town
You know that's where the f**k I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin' on a tree
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
'Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pays
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways
Real bad a*s ways
(Bad ways)
Real bad a*s ways
(You got bad ways)
Real bad a*s ways
Get glock 'cause it pays
From city to city, state to state
I'm checkin' my game with my muthaf**kin' trusted 38
But wait bubonic at an all time low
Gotta hit the ATM to get some money fo' sho'
Reclinin' in my Cadillac, puffin' New ports
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin' Too Short
You caught in the middle of a skanless a*s vibe
We copped another sack so you know my a*s high
Funk made by my nigga named X
Bitches with the fat lips and fat a*s, I want to s*x
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin
I recommend mothaf**kin' hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day
Best believe Murda One got the mothaf**kin' bad a*s ways
Bad a*s ways
(You know it mothaf**kas)
(Bad a*s ways)
Real bad a*s ways
Real bad a*s ways
I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm broke
I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime
Of hurtin' a*s shit that I faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest
Your world, gettin' it all of my chest
Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me
Drama from my momma, disowned by my daddy
What should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos
If anybody know about the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw livin' it remind me
Of the shit that I wanna put behind me
I'm stayin' high for days 'cause what I'm doin' it pays
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways
Bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
They hate my bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
I've been a player for years, this ain't no rappers dream
You leavin' messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin', laughin', ticklin', giglin', kickin' it
Nigga I be stickin' it
You was hugged up with her when I met her
She gave me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over there
Instantly, she was the victim of a player
I be spittin' this game like Iceberg Slim
What about your man, she said, "f**k him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the Benz
Left you at the bar, talkin' to your friends
Short Dog came through with the satisfaction
Now you runnin' round like a fatal attraction
'Cause I been in the pus*y for the last few days
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad a*s ways
Bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad a*s ways)
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