C.O.D. - Out There Bad lyrics

Oh you nasty, child you need to be slapped
When it comes to that
Pistol you always strapped
Hitting that crack out back in that shack
Black killing black and I'm betting
That's kind of wack
But that's the routine so what's up next
You sit back and feed off them welfare checks
Used to be so fine she
Has the homeboys naggin'
Now she's broke down and dirty
And her booty is saggin'
Smoked up your house and your Subaru
If you could sell your kids you
Would have smoked them too
You lose and lose until
There's nothing else left
You'd a filthy little nappy headed
Pipe sucking heifer you
End of the weekend, dope you're seekin'

Speaking off that you might as
Well pack a knife
Better yet like and come back at night
Endless smoking left you choking
Messed over a dealer and now
Your jaw is broken
But that's the way you hold
A pipe with arthritis
You could smoke with lock jaw, strep throat
And laryngitis 'Cause you're out there bad

I knock on your door, ho, but nobody's home
You're out on the street, on the corner alone
My fault, you're not by yourself
You brought a friend
Damn, it's the glass-eyed devil again
Controlling your vision
It's nothing but a drug sight
You can't fight your power because
It takes power to fight
You're weak, freak, a walking prostitute
Playing the game
More like the game's playing you
You've been sleazy, smellin', scheming
Skeeze
Gain some weight oh please, oh please
Hangin' around the dope man
Steadily fiendin' for a ten
Selling your body but nobody wants you but
They don't know where you have been, so
Will you change? Probably never
The street is your home
Where you roam and moan
Sayin' "Oh, lord, please
Help me through the night"
Help yourself first, and lay down your pipe
Take a look at yourself, see what I mean?
For the last past month you been
Wearin' those same dirty old jeans
Fiend, you ain't foolin' nobody
Stop frontin' the facts like everything's
("La Di Da Di") 'Cause you're

Out there bad