Bad Ways Songtext
von Too $hort

Is the place gone ever change
Cause I be caught up in the middle of it
Click my pistol, and then in his fucking throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve off nigga
Forget Tommy Figga, I′m off that doe and liquor
See I be drilling in the east side of San Pedro Park
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked

This lil' broad said I′m living 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, flossing but I know you′s a bitch
Cause I be watching, trying to get my rob on this shit


See fools underestimate the city that I claim
Where I am niggas saying,? What the fuck is gang bang?
Hard living motherfucker represent your turf, your side of town
You know that's where the fuck I′m found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smoking on a tree
Gambling 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 ass ways
(Bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
(You got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get a glock cause it pays

From city to city, state to state
We going international keeping out bleaks, slinging weight
But wait bubonic at an all time low
I′m about to hit the ATM to get some muchi fo' sho′
Reclining in my Cadillac, puffing New ports
Eighteen on bump straight up bumping Too Short
You caught in the mist of real ass vibe
We copped another sack so you know my ass high

Funk provided made by my hommie X
Slimmy's with the thight waist line and big breast, I want to sex, yes
Sacks to your chin, thats what happened to top notchers when they never seem to make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day
Best believe Murda One got the mothafucking bad ass ways


Bad ways
Real bad ass ways
Bad ways
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways

I′m living live on hinges, when hommies in Benz′s I'm broke
I′m giving nothing but hell y'all it′s cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime
Of hurting ass shit that I faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up
To get a lil′ something on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest
Your world, getting it all of my chest

Yes, the struggle grab me, hating 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 living it remind me
Of the shit that I wanna put behind me
I'm getting high for days 'cause what I′m doing it pays
They don′t hate me really, they hate my bad ways

Bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)

I've been a player for years, this ain′t no rappers dream
You leaving messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listening, laughing, tickling, giggling, kicking it
You know I be sticking 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 spitting this game like Iceberg Slim
What about your man, she said, "Forget him"
Let′s roll, so we jumped in the Benz
Left you at the bar, talking to your friends
Short Dog came through with the satisfaction
Now you running round like a fatal attraction
Cause I been with your girl for the last few days
Don't take it personal, it′s just my bad ass ways

Bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad ways