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Bad Intentions (feat. Knoc-Turn'al)

Dr. Dre

Soundtrack

Music Video

Bad Intentions by Dr. Dre ft. Knocturnal | Interscope
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Camara Kambon
Camara Kambon
Keyboards
Tim Izo Orindgreff
Tim Izo Orindgreff
Flute
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Bass Guitar
Diane Gordon
Diane Gordon
Additional Vocals
Kathy Merrick
Kathy Merrick
Additional Vocals
Traci Nelson
Traci Nelson
Additional Vocals
Barbara Wilson
Barbara Wilson
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Crewe
Bob Crewe
Songwriter
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Songwriter
Imsomie Leeper
Imsomie Leeper
Composer
Eugene Mollett
Eugene Mollett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mahogany
Mahogany
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Engineer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Super ugly Put your cups up, get your smoke in Baby, we partyin', ain't nobody loc'n Who you provokin', what you want now? Take a look around, it's pimp shit goin' down It's a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks Top notch hoes, they flock in every week What you wan' do, get your next thrill Take an X pill, how the sex feel? Damn you lookin' good, all ten of y'all Wanna roll, I'm dickin' y'all Keep your face down, keep your ass up You know what you're doin', keep that shit movin' Keep them titties jumpin', keep the Henny comin' Every bitch in here need to be touchin' somethin' I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc? I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm just Drinkin', smokin', straight West-coastin' Bitches puttin' ass in motion Pussy poppin', sex promotin' Got a cup? (Raise it up) Got a blunt? (Blaze it up) That's your bitch? (On these nuts) Really I don't (Give a fuck) All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me And she ain't playin' and what I'm sayin' (She creeps with me) And sleeps between the sheets Soon as the door close I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose We never love y'all, my niggas all macks We sip a lot of Yak, fuck and never call back Pack women in the club 'til it's pitch black Thugs on their block wonderin' where their bitch at Where you think nigga? She with the aftermath Called her house, she ain't home, she with aftermath No talkin', fuck how your day go You want dick, will bitch say so? Don't be shy now, probably the best at it They say a party ain't a party 'til the vest at it Gravitate to the doc like it's automatic Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it Time to get it crackin', show me them bad habits I don't give a fuck 'cuz I'm just Drinkin', smokin', straight west-coastin' Bitches puttin' ass in motion Pussy poppin', sex promotin' Got a cup? (Raise it up) Got a blunt? (Blaze it up) That's your bitch? (On these nuts) Really I don't (Give a fuck) All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me And she ain't playin' and what I'm sayin' (She creeps with me) And sleeps between the sheets When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me And what I'm sayin' is she ain't playin' (She creeps with me) And sleeps between the sheets Yeah, aftermath, Doc Dre, five-star surgeon general Nocturnal, L.A. confidential What up Infinite, mahagony droppin' the instrumental Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh
Writer(s): Royal Harbor, Bob Crewe, Imsomie Leeper, Cynthia Bullen, E. Mollet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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