Lyrics Bad, Bad, Bad - Kool Moe Dee
Since
the
day
I
was
born
I
was
on
a
mission
Never
played
out
of
position
or
wishin
or
missin
I
came
out
kissin,
was
no
spankin
the
backside
Just
lots
of
lady
nurses
waitin
for
black
eyes
I
- I
was
talkin
way
before
I
could
crawl
or
walk
And
what
the
ladies
heard,
wasn't
baby
talk
I'd
drop
a
line
like
a
bomber
would
drop
a
bomb
Highly
explosive,
but
notice,
I
was
cool
and
calm
Ready
for
action,
at
the
age
of
1 the
fun
Was
just
beginning,
I
was
winning,
the
ladies
would
come
With
arms
open
and
hopin
for
a
kiss
and
a
hug
I
stripped
down,
huh,
and
watched
the
ladies
bug
I
stood
up
for
a
while,
then
I
started
walkin
I
heard
the
ladies
say,
"look
who's
talkin"
That's
right,
baby,
you
can
leave
me
alone
Cause
if
you
can't
please
me,
don't
tease
me,
cause
I'm
bad
to
the.
Bad,
ba-ba-bad,
bad
(Big
bad.)
-->
run
As
a
teen
I
was
on
the
scene
cleaner
than
clean
Mean
lean
fighting
machine
with
self-esteem
No
dope,
crack,
coke,
flat
broke
I'm
not
Sell
smoke,
nope,
nope,
won't
smoke
the
pot
Gettin
high
off
life
was
more
than
enough
And
peer
pressure
ain't
pressure
when
a
boy
is
tough
And
I
was
tougher
than
tough,
I'm
from
the
darkside
And
hangin
out
in
the
park
and
in
the
parkside
Play
a
brother
in
any
game
he
wanted
to
play
For
fun
or
money,
for
money
if
he
wanted
to
pay
I
wasn't
diggin
for
niggas,
so
brother,
dig
deep
If
one
got
over,
it's
over,
I
let
the
kid
keep
A
little
change,
it's
strange,
he
want
to
bet
it
back
I
took
his
claim
to
fame,
he
want
to
get
it
back
And
when
the
night
was
over
I
took
his
girl
home
I
dimmed
the
lights
and
showed
her
that
I
was
bad.
Now
I'm
in
my
20s
with
plenty
money
and
honey
bunnies
20s
and
10s,
drive
a
benz,
you
can't
take
nothin
from
me
Cause
I
came
up
on
the
streets,
a
straight
up
poor
boy
But
I
beat
the
game,
but
it
was
war,
boy
Because
the
streets
entice
you
for
the
wrong
things
I
couldn't
pay
the
price,
I
wrote
a
song
theme
And
from
the
moment
I
touched
the
microphone
It
was
known
that
I
was
bad
to
the
bone
But
weak
rappers
and
a
lack
of
promotion
Made
the
job
hard,
I
had
to
throw
some
Weak
lyrics
together,
just
to
get
paid
'Go
see
the
doctor',
and
I
got
played
The
train
continued
to
the
'wild,
wild
west'
I
heard
some
brothers
say,
"he
ain't
the
best"
Huh,
but
check
the
records
that
ain't
well
known
And
look
around
and
see
all
my
clones
By
the
time
I'm
in
my
30s
my
worth
be
- I
bet
I'm
dirty
rich
Sittin
on
the
top
of
the
world
with
about
36
Million
in
my
pocket
and
rockin
it
from
the
mountain
top
Livin
it
at
ease,
cool
breeze,
because
I'm
countin
top
Dollar,
I'm
a
scholar
seekin
knowledge,
I'm
a
truth-seeker
The
baddest
brother
on
a
microphone
and
two
speakers
On
turntables
I'm
able
to
start
a
movement
And
when
I
move
the
crowd,
the
ladies
move
with
Fire
in
the
eyes,
the
eyes
never
lie
So
feel
the
fire
and
desire,
keep
your
eye
on
the
prize
Ladies,
listen
to
the
man
and
watch
me
work
Fellas,
keep
your
cool
when
she
goes
bezerk
Cause
I
touch
em
in
places
that
most
men
don't
Don't
get
jealous,
fellas,
oh,
that's
all
she
wrote
Then
when
the
night
is
over
you'll
be
alone
Cause
ladies
love
ya
when
a
brother
is
bad
to
the
bone
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