Bad to the Bone

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] I'm bad to the bone with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin' shrimp and girls I be pimpin' Walk like I'm limpin', this brother ain't simpin' Not to mention, I'm winner of mack daddy conventions I get a lot of attention Sleepin' in sheets that's made of satin With one of my money makin honeys, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger In a high-rise made for only fly guys With a size that attracts the ladies eyes Keepin' the stash and the cashflow Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars To earn respect, collectin' bar fight scars Slick talkin' with a chick when I'm walkin' Midnight stalkin', all the suckers be hawkin' And I max while you be waxin' your Cadillacs Smooth as a sax, but I can cut you like an axe Big spender, 'cause I'm a winner like Bruce Jenner I burn all beginners and let 'em simmer like a TV dinner On the phone 'cause I'm hard like stone Holdin' my own, 'cause I'm bad to the bone [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] I'm gettin' cash and ladies receive my passion Parties I'm crashin' with a flashy type of action On stage, I get courageous And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis I'm more dramatic than Dallas is More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses Give me a clever girl and I'll outfox her The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers So what you want honey, a chump or a champ? Visa or food stamps, lanterns or lamps? I run the game like Sega Go to war like Noreaga, hit like Schwarzenegger Excitin' when I'm fightin' I'm frightenin' Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning Ladies, I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties 'Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast Wrap rappers all up in the back like a jackass Police wanna harass me 'Cause I got all the material that has me lookin' jazzy The MC patroller Pockets so fat, I flat 'em down with a dough roller Dead zone when I strike the microphone G. Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] I never needed a helpin' hand and I'm outstandin', type of guy girls never abandon The one who rollin' with force, three across your belly Knockin' suckers out the box like I'm playin' skelly 'Cause I pull out the .45 if you offend me And leave the barrel of it smokin' like a chimney Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic A smooth talker, 'cause I'm a Queens New Yorker My rhymes bring more good times than Jimmie Walker A bum-rusher, 'cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks When I turn thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd Foxx Try to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throat My lyrical notes float like sailboats I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers, I'll be ready I got more bodies than Frank Nitti Battles I win 'em 'cause I send 'em to Hell when I begin 'em Because I put it in 'em like a venom Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen Not a fairy, but milky like the Dairy Queen Movin' around like a smooth choreographer Posin' my hoes in all clothes for the photographer On video, show I makin' your girlfriend moan 'Cause I'm bad to the bone