Bad Boys

Lyrics

[Intro: Dru Down] Bad boys, bad boys, what'cha gon' do? What'cha gon' do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys, what'cha gon' do? What'cha gon' do when they come for you? What the fuck? (What the fuck they gon' do?) Man, these motherfuckers trippin' on TV and shit You know what the fuck I do, right? (What you gon' do, mayne?) [Verse 1: Dru Down] I'm gonna leap out the window, hit a fence in the backyard 'Cause my Nike Air Jordans don't mess around with the force Now I'm ghost, I'm hittin' 'em non, stuck on the block I can hop like a rabbit when it come to the pigs, dig? I'm from the Eastside, Bay or the Oaktown You slip when you heavy and now you want me, but I'm gone now I'm like Flash G, leaping like Carl Lewis, see But I could still hear the OPD's walkie-talkies And now they let the dogs loose Ain't feeling like Bruce Willis, but I'm a bad guy, he cooked the birds eye They're zooming in with infrared—I'm thinking, "damn" I'm on the run, so that shouldn't stop a man I'm thinking of freedom, that's all I ever need and want I broke in a house and snatched a woman, gave her 50 bucks (This ain't enough) Here's 100, please put me under She said (That's not enough), I said, "Here, take down my bank number" And put me under tuck like a blanket I'm hiding on my knees in a basement steady praying Please, God, ever would save me You probably came, my life's been hell since a baby Maybe, I need to go down and do about 110 years—well, devils keep wishing While I keep on thinking of thoughts and master plans They open the doors, they send in the dogs to where they think I might have ran But no tracks could be found, no trails on the ground I'm still stuck, but I'd be worse if I was handcuffed It's been an hour-and-a-half and they still ain't caught me Give it up, go have a donut and some coffee You lost, G, conversate about me at the station The next time you be runnin' up, the next time I'll be waiting I'm a bad boy, bad boy (What I'ma do) Take one to the glass chin and be out on you piggy fools [Chorus: Dru Down] Sticks and stones will never break my bones But a billy club would—is that understood? Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks Just to get the hell away from the cops [Verse 2: Dru Down] Okay, now me being hot, I'm like after the flick of your Bic I'm the flame, he tell names (Oh, never) No tittle-tattle over here, bruh bruh (You sucka) The unstoppable, that's why they call me the B-A-D B-O-Y That's how I try to be so no one can defeat me You gotsta understand the way of the life we live I don't forget, it's never forgive I just break off a piece of me, P-O-I-S-O-N Hand it to you and make you shake and then shiver then I got you frontin' like Kryptonite had the Superman I planned it like this, I'm a bad son of a bitch [Interlude] Freeze DD, you're under arrest for making lyrically brain-damaging substance And under suspicion of fleeing from my officers and making my officers look bad Take three steps to the back seat of the car slowly [Verse 3: Dru Down] One, two, pyoon, hey, don't give 'em three I'm in the tree, and like a birdie, I'm F-R-E-E Make the call (kurr-kurr), I see my folks over there They're tryna warn a brother but not knowing I'm in the air I swear, things is getting deeper than what I thought Been running for two hours and I still ain't been caught It's not my fault, somebody spilled the salt Took a 20 dollar bill from the po-po, now that ass was bought They're coming my way, talking about that they smell me, they hear me They feel me, but can't see me Suck my wee-wee, I'm out like a candlelight Out the tree, over the fence, through the woods, in the hood I'm feeling safer, threw out the racists I need to hit Sandra's up for a little bit of Alhambra My throat is dry, I pray to God in the sky I'm a bad boy, to others I'm a bad guy [Chorus: Dru Down] Sticks and stones will never break my bones But a billy club would—is that understood? Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks Just to get the hell away from the cops [Verse 4: Dru Down] As I knock on the wood door (Who is it?), it's me (Me who?) DD, the mack player pimp OG Let me in, I'm out of wind, I'm being chased by the other race The fools in blue suits and the big boots No way, no how, whatever would you catch me I'm known to be a jackrabbit, nickname is Bugsy Who is the character who pointed the index finger at me? Let me pay a visit, watch me pop up in the kitchen She's missing, 'cause I'm a fool at that I could have her selling crack, or have her on the track I'm a mack, but I'm not even trippin' off of po-po I'm solo, without the gat, I'm still throwing bolos So say, bro, I know the fetti is looking for me But homie, I'm coming from the streets, I ain't no dummy I'm a bad boy, bad boy (What I'ma do) Take one to the glass chin and be out on you piggy fools [Chorus: Dru Down] Sticks and stones will never break my bones But a billy club would—is that understood? Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks Just to get the hell away from the cops Sticks and stones will never break my bones But a billy club would—is that understood? Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks Just to get the hell away from the cops Sticks and stones will never break my bones But a billy club would—is that understood? Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks Just to get the hell away from the mother-uh cops Sticks and stones... [Outro: JT the Bigga Figga] Nigga gotta get up outta there on them motherfuckin' po-po's, mayne Motherfucker gotta get his mail on, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, huh You niggas sick over there in the O, boy Ay, it's going down like that for the 1994 You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga producing that shit, mayne Letting that shit be known, straight up out the motherfuckin' 'Moe, mayne I got my boy Dru Down in the house, mayne, and it's going down for real though Finna go double platinum on you fools, mayne, for the '9-4 season Ayy mayne, what's up with that shit, boy? Nigga, don't hide it, divide it, nigga…