Текст песни Down Bad - Bon Wavi

Remember that was I down bad
Gotta put that in the past
Remember we came from the rags
I just go get it in my bag
Cause that is all that I had
I had to post on on the ave
I had to work on my math
Stuffing the racks in the stash
I fell asleep in that class
I had to drop out that class
Then I went on smoked on some gas
Then I went spit on a track
What did I do I created a slap
I put my name on the map
Young nigga shine from the back
Might hide my dread w a cap
I put trukfit on my cap
From the city of the rose
My only focus was the dough
I only race for the gold
I am the one I was chose
Had to go put on my bro
Shawty was off of the blow
I am the villain like crow
Never gave love to a hoe
I be so geeked I be blasted
Bitches be fake the be plastic
My pockets they so elastic
I put the beat in the casket
I spot a 10 and I bag it
Niggas be frauds they just bragging
Bands in my pants so I'm sagging
Feel like AI what is practice?
I just get straight to the basket
Dont know why you asking
I just touchdown like its madden
I give the dope to the addicts
Get to the bands and I grab it
I got em shocked Wavi static
They see I'm living so lavish
They cant keep up w my fashion
Why these niggas keep on acting
Feel like Kobe I dont pass it
Lego block is how I stack it
Player one I slay the dragon
Big bag what I dragged in
Why these niggas always capping
In a foreign whip I'm gassing
She put my hook on her caption
She say my music so rad
Yall other niggas so glad
All of these nights counting cash

Remember that I was down bad
Gotta put that in the past
Remember we came from the rags
I just go get it in my bag
Cause that is all that I had
I had to post on the ave
I had to work on my math
Stuffing the racks in the stash

Remember that I was down bad

Now I just get to the cheese
I just go rack up them G's
Yes I'm a Mac I'm a P
I do this shit w the ease
I might go cup sum new
I got blue strips in my tru's
I just walk in w my crew
I set fire to the stu
Let down the roof on the coup
I been ballin like I hoop
Niggas sick need sum soup
You know you fw the truth
I turn your girl to a fan
All of these niggas is brands
I got a cramp in my hand
From counting up all of these bands
Ima just stack it so high
I got your bitch in my ride
Mash on the gas and we fly
Shake it from side to the side
She want me to slide it inside
She can run but she cant hide
Bon wavi changing the tide
Ima do this til I die