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lirik lagu rebonics - bad boy (clika one)

[bad boy:]
my turn…

[big l:]
a radio is a box
a razor blade is a ox
fat diamonds is rocks
and jakes is cops
i know you like the way i’m freakin’ it
i talk with slang and i’ma never stop speakin’ it

[bad boy:]
by any means necessary…
by any means necessary…

[drake:]
last name ever
first name greatest
boy i ain’t nothin’ to play with
k!llin’ all these rappers
you would swear i had a hit list
boy i ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’ to play with

[verse 1: bad boy]
a whip is your car
a swisher that’s a scented cigar
your clique is your squad
a chicken head, your chick is your broad
the block is the ave
the studio garage is your lab
moms is your dad, ’cause motherf~ckin’ pops was a f~g
a piece is a steel
a half a 6.5th on a scale
a snitch is a will
protect your fingerprints on a sh~ll
your poison’s your fix
a piece, well that’s your toy or your b~tch
money’s your chips
your shoes could be your rims or your kicks
your ice is your juice
you play me once, ain’t like i’ma lose
but twice, i’ma foo
game five, i’m talkin’ mike with the flu
i’m christ to the jews
shaquille in ’85 to the bulls
ain’t steppin’ on sh~t, cause i ain’t eatin’ with flies in the room
your crib is your spot, that’s where you live
a pig is a cop
a tip is a drop
you hit a l!ck and slip and you caught
so spit if you hot
but please don’t spit that sh~t if you not
i cross every t’s, my eyes are never missin’ a dot
your seeds are your kids
stayin’ about your b’s is your business
the cheese in your fridge
like testin’ me for weed in my p~ss
prison’s a barrel, just anybody’s version of h~ll
some call it the joint, the hole comes with your personal cell
i murder in beats, that’s real as any word in the streets
murked is deceased, n0body knows for sure if it’s peace
but dead in a casket
daddy left? then yes, you’re a b~st~rd
catching a fade and mollywop, that’s gettin’ your ass kicked
swag is a fashion
you in a trash bag, you a has~been
i f~ck with mc’s that everlasting, rap with a passion
cuttin’ the dope is steppin’ on it
to up~up the profit
p~ssy in pocket, that’s pimpin’
it’s just like pushin’ a product
dippin’ a cool is a sherm stick and~~
winning’s the rule
i’m hopin’ big l appreciates this, i feel it was due
your dream is your wife
believe that’s what you need in your life
you rockin’ them skinny jeans, means your jeans are too tight
and f~ck an award
i’m in it for the love of the sport
your tongue is your sword
get cut and you’ll get hung with the cord
and vegas is mine
we paper~chasin’ paper to grind
it favors the quiet
if you braggin’ on your gangster, you lyin’
a beat is the knocker
the lighter for your leaf is your flocker
your chief is your ganja
you leanin’, that’s called deanin’ your fonza
hit the veranda, after you finish whippin’ the rocker
cookin’ up dope, we call that in the kitchen with blanca
your bars is your raps
the system in your chorus is your slaps
i came from the bottom, a motherf~cker started from scratch
tatted is blasted, that’s gettin’ shot
a fan of this rap sh~t
i’ll buy it and never burn it, once i wrap it in plastic
i’m doper than most
feel humble though don’t f~ck with you folks
i’d show you the ropes, but burn me and i’m roastin’ you loc
it’s as simple as that, this is the definition of rap
a lyricist up in this business since i’ve been in this biatch, biatch!
[big l:]
a radio is a box
a razor blade is a ox
fat diamonds is rocks
and jakes is cops
i know you like the way i’m freakin’ it
i talk with slang and i’ma never stop speakin’ it

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