Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Shyne
Canto
Barrington Levy
Canto
Grace Jones
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Barrington Levy
Autoría
David Bowie
Autoría
Iggy Pop
Autoría
J. Barrow
Autoría
Lamont Porter
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Ed Raso
Ingeniería de mezcla
EZ Elpee
Producción
Michael Patterson
Ingeniería de grabación
Marc Pfafflin
Ingeniería de edición
Roger Che
Ingeniería de edición
Letra
[Verse 1]
Now tell me, who want to fuck with us?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I bang and let your fuckin' brains hang, snitches
Fuck Marla Maples, bitches with riches
Who carry .22's up in they hosiery
A Black Talon when my father bust and unloaded me
Think he just finished sniffin' a ki and dippin' the Ds
Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin' my moms
Lettin' the condom pop
****, I was born in the drop
Coke boil in the pot
Shake the feds and bust shots at them street cops
Fuck your point is?
My point is double fours at your fuckin' jaws, pointed
Hollow point shit
Four point six, need I say more?
Or do you get the point, bitch? Come on
[Chorus]
What type of **** slang and bang in the streets? Bad boyz
What type of **** stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad boyz
What type of **** fly Bentley Coupes? Bad boyz
Aim for the sky, cock the shit then shoot
[Verse 2]
Minks draggin' on the floor
Bangin' on your whore, suckin' the croissant to examine it for flaws
Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law
Got a **** head hurtin', squirtin' till they pull the curtain
Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills
Wipe the tears from my eyes, no love
Fuck y'all ****, hope you die a slow death
As I coke test and C. Delores Tucker protest
Can't fuck with you weak rap **** with your gay raps
Runnin' 'round talkin' this and talkin' that
See me in the streets, try to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass ****, my two cannons blast ****
Ask ****
Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep your five mics, ****, give me the 'caine
Do the shit to clean my money, dummies
Gleam the wrist out
Cock the pistol, ****, talk shit now, uh
[Chorus]
What type of **** slang and bang in the streets? Bad boyz
What type of **** stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad boyz
What type of **** fly Bentley Coupes? Bad boyz
Aim for the sky, cock the shit then shoot
[Verse 3]
Bling, bling, it's a Bad Boy thing
Bullets heat-seekin', street-sweepin' with an evil grin
Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne
Y'all **** ain't sayin' nothin' like a mime
Every line I live it, I write it with a pencil so **** die
Lead poison if they bite it, hate it, but recite it
It's a G thing, me and Puff in St. Bart's, set it off
Bitches walkin' topless with G strings, ménage
Bust shots at your crew, another charge
As the Gulfstream fly through the fog
Make you popular
Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera
Franklins on top of the Jacksons
My **** Ty leave you tired
Bad Boy, respect it or die, coward
[Chorus]
What type of **** slang and bang in the streets? Bad boyz
What type of **** stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad boyz
What type of **** fly Bentley Coupes? Bad boyz
Aim for the sky, cock the shit then shoot
[Chorus]
What type of **** slang and bang in the streets? Bad boyz
What type of **** stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad boyz
What type of **** fly Bentley Coupes? Bad boyz
Aim for the sky, cock the shit then shoot
[Outro]
Man, a bad boy on the corner, so move from on here
'Cause we are dangerous
Man, a bad boy on the corner, so move from on here
'Cause we are dangerous
Written by: Barrington Ainsworth Levy, David Robert Jones, Jamaal Barrow, Iggy Pop, Lamont J. Porter