Redman - I'm a Bad lyrics

I get mad wicked
(Fuck around) and catch a bad
One by the funker i puff the mad spliffs and
Roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is twisted
So I cock the biscuit 'Cause shit's thick
Some say I'm a bastard of a swift bitch
Negro, funkin' it with the style in your ear
Bro to make you fear me like
Cape without Robert DeNiro you big pussy
So funky that you have to douche me
You can't hear me
Then my record label didn't push me
I know I'm sayin' funk too
Many times in my rhymes
But, if I wasn't that
I wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter 'cause
My shit get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk?
With the bass in your trunk?
Weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed
Bust while I dust your monkey ass off
Thin ice is crushed on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of
The funk from the gutter ask the brothers
(Why?) , 'cause I'm bad (Word to mother)

I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Bad, bad, and a wicked in bed)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Bad, bad, and a wicked in bed)

Yo, yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey, punk
Pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what
The fuck I wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out
Shake it, come on, shake it, come
On, shake it, come on, shake it
What's up now? What's up now? What's
Up now? What's up now? What's up now?
Yo, Red, come on, get back to the track, man
(I wanna get out of here)
Yo, kid, chill, check it out
(Alright, alright)

Flexy, I'm sexy when I'm standin' in my draws
If you can't check me when I'm rappin'
Put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible
Shit that I kick, my man
Give me five on the backhand, then stick
Your finger in a hole and
Chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the point
To still rock the fly shit
Since you're holding your breath
I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin' my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk
From a chump or punk, g
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the
Raps from my lip 'cause
My shit's more deep than any tape from Enigma
The gettin' nice
Thinkin' killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct, I'm a shooter
So they got blasted
Much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when
It's not even mastered, bitch
My shit's very chronic, so rewind it
'Cause it's like (Eh eh eh eh) beyond bionic
'Cause, I'm a wild and crazy guy, no lie
Last brother to battle me
I started pissin' in his eye
I'm bad, word to mother
To the motherfuckin' Hubbard
Eatin' her curds and whey puffin
Spliffs 'cause she doesn't
And if you still don't under-fuckin'-stand
Where I'm comin' from listen to my 9
Understand where it's hummin' from

I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Bad, bad, and a wicked in bed)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Yo, word to the mother)
I'm a bad (Bad, bad, and a wicked in bed)