Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44D and 40's with bad capsules The bad apple
wouldn't believe and I get more ass then a toilet seat, Three to the one for the one to the three, I met a bad nitch last night at the Dee(?), Let me
Hi Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellent, better
Well, all the worms are ganging up down at the town hall Working on plans for their annual ball They've got all the bad apples that money can buy For
feel that bad Maybe it's not for you Hey, sometimes that's how I do (That's just how I roll and that's just how I stroll) And if you feel that bad Maybe
a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain appear 'cause I'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose to choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' Adam's Apple
do) if you feel that bad maybe its not for you hey sometimes that's how I do (that's just how I roll and that's just how I stroll) if you feel that bad
with Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes Look at them hips, look at them thighs Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top Baby girl, you a bad mother
be full of that when they hit it A sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone A bad apple in the
and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple
his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
that's jocked, by your Homeboys, I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd Around, I was lost but was found, now I gets down from Philly To the Apple
see what we can do to solve them Change for the better, letter New rule be enforced in school so we can get rid of all the bad apples in the bunch
to catch you, mentally makin' you mine While I'm lookin' at you, physical chiseled that of a statue Type of shit to make you travel from Philly to the Big Apple
[chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Jim Rampage] Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la...
pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad
the New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple