Pros and Cons

Lyrics

[Intro] With your bad self Bad self Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Bad self, bad self Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad) Bad, bad Bad self Bad self I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove [Verse 1: Tru (AKA E-Tru)] Rock around the club when my hip hop jumps I won't conceal, but reveal my style rotates like a wheel I've got mad, mad styles that come in many different flavors Others try to test us but they just can't contain us Play us and you ain't us If you don't, then suck the anus From here to [?] I bust in a style then slain us [?] I cock down and slap, you know who the fuck I am The original ghetto, yout in cahoot With a fat drum loop that's been scooped from an old 45, and, every Saturday night, I have to a- -live, fed up whisk, black attic Me and my pussy had to [?] so funny Just to get some money, it ain't funny, rude boy Saturdays are when I play chips, spray 'til you side away Book and cover took right away Like an abused child in the Latter Day Latter Day thief, now, good grief, I turn a new leaf [?] give my mama grief I represent the peeps now with my freestyle, sealing punks Weighing out my pros and cons [Chorus] Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad) Bad, bad Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad, bad) Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove [Verse 2: Delirious] Well, out of nothing Just the regular run-ins (Bad, bad), you know the style: I'm drunken Rolling around in London, everybody gotta be on to something (That's right) You got the hookers (Bad, bad), thieves, and drug-sellers that work us The beggars and the bums walking around without no rubbers If your daddy like the [?] (Bad, bad) Without the [?] dips [?] With this, you gotta dump the grip, that's why I'm bumping hits Niggas on the block (Bad, bad) getting dough by selling rock, ain't a Damn politician or policeman that gon' make 'em stop Ghetto youth don't skin teeth, they get donk They live with whip marks, so when they run, they got a head-start From dusk to the dawn, it's all about calm, once again, it's on Know what I'm saying? Weighing up those pros and cons [Chorus] Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad) Bad, bad Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad, bad) Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove [Verse 3: [?]] Salute pal 50 or now, when I divide, it's not my style I'd rather run the streets, where the niggas going wild I gather guns for the beggars and the homeless I'd rather quiet tings, do a murder [?] are that hopeless I can't cope with the props like a syndrome Living antiquated like a lab rat [?] [?] they'll sell you in the same boat And they don't give a fuck about you because they ain't broke [Verse 4: Tru (AKA E-Tru)] Now Everybody's trying (Bad, bad) to get a piece of the action So I grabbed the mic and gave the crowd satisfaction (Yeah) Reminiscing about the old days of Old ways, we got paid, but, nowadays, I don't Stray, I stay focused, stay away from Bogus, try to do my best to help a brother get noticed And, in that, I don't see anything wrong Weighing out my pros and cons [Chorus] Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad) Bad, bad Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad, bad) Bad self Bad I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove Bad self, bad Bad, bad