Lyrics Rapper Gone Bad - Mac Dre
[ VERSE
1 ]
I'm
a
young
gifted
and
black
mack,
rap
sweet
like
candy
yams
And
I
make
you
put
your
fist
up
to
your
mouth
and
say,
"Goddamn!"
Boy,
I
got
heat,
flame-o,
pull
a
mic,
liquid
draino
Verbal
volcano,
they
love
me,
cause
they
know
I'm
cut
from
the
cloth
that
real
men
are
made
of
Bitches
get
sprayed
up
with
clips
of
this
Bay
love
Attackin
you
with
vernacular,
dialect
and
lingo
The
Rapper
Gone
Bad,
boy,
peep
the
first
single
Bounce
and
shake
what
your
mammy
gave
you
It's
the
drapers,
can
you
feel
it?
Nothin
can
save
you
>From
the
dapper
rapper
who
stay
fitted
like
a
mannequin
Hoes
see
me
in
the
traffic
and
say,
"Girl,
there
go
that
man
again"
I'm
fabulicious,
game
nutricious
Break
bitches
like
dishes
and
drink
like
them
fishes
Boy,
put
some
of
that
yukon
jack
in
the
bag
And
come
fuck
with
yo
partner,
the
rapper
gone
bad
(Rapper
gone
bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE
2 ]
I'm
a
old
schooler
like
Grandmaster
and
the
5 that
was
Furious
Bitches
goin
delirious
even
though
it
ain't
that
serious
You're
curious?
Well,
listen
to
these
lyricals
Them
suckers
tryin
to
knock
this,
it's
gonna
take
a
miracle
I'm
seasoned
with
the
game
that
o.g.'s
told
me
Got
laced
like
Luke
did
by
Obi
Won
Kenobi
Or
Yoda,
hold
a,
mic
in
my
right
hand
And
when
I'm
sleep
you
know
I
keep
a
fat
strap
in
my
nightstand
I
strike
men,
my
height,
man,
is
l-o-double
d
I
see
us
after
the
show
at
the
hotel
Double
Tree
Cool,
calm
and
collected,
but
sometimes
I
get
mean
Cause
suckers
sick
of
the
scene
like
they
Jack
and
i'm
the
Green
Giant,
defiant,
bitches
get
dealt
with
quick
Can't
be
on
this
ball
team
unless
you
wanna
help
get
grits
Let's
get
rich,
is
what
I
tell
em,
sell
em
dreams
like
horoscopes
They
try
to
fight
the
feeling,
but
it's
hard
to
ignore
your
folks
Mac
D
with
the
r
connected
to
the
e
(me)
Might
be
at
the
bar
drinkin
Hennessy
In
between
the
sheets
I'm
a
freak
and
a
cold
piece
of
work
My
puddy
over
her
body
like
Johnny,
Keith
and
Levert
(Rapper
gone
bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE
3 ]
A
thug
like
2pac,
wanna
mack
like
Too
$hort
Smoke
punks
like
Newports,
get
drunk
off
2 quarts
Bendin
corners
in
somethin
ninety-new
Lookin
real
ragoon
on
my
way
to
see
Chuey
Boy,
I'm
on
the
air
gettin
heavy
rotation
But
I'm
still
a
player
with
a
Chevy
on
Daytons
I'm
hi-po,
and
the
five-o
really
can't
stand
me
Got
posse,
Flowmasters
and
Shift,
King
and
Tranny
Chirpin
every
time
I
shift
gears
In
that
'95
Impala
with
them
gold-dipped
gears
Put
some
of
that
151
in
the
bag
Come
fuck
with
yo
partner,
the
rapper
gone
bad
(Rapper
gone
bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
1 Too Hard
2 Nuthin But Love
3 All Damn Day
4 Rapper Gone Bad
5 X.O. Remi
6 Love That Donkey
7 Doin What I Do
8 Fish Head Stew
9 Gangsta N****z
10 Life's a Bitch
11 Gift of Gab
12 California Livin'
13 Young Black Brotha
14 Young Playah
15 On My Toes
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