Kool G. Rap - Bad To The Bone Lyrics

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I'm bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone

I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone

Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin

Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin

Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions

I get a lot of attention

Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin

With one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin

She's a fly type of swinger

Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger

In a highrise, made for only fly guys

With a size that attracts the ladies eyes

Keepin the stash and the cashflow

Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow

Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars

To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars

Slick talkin with a chick when I'm walkin

Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin

And I max while you be waxin your Cadillacs

Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axe

Big spender, cause I'm a winner like Bruce Jenner

I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinner

On the phone cause I'm hard like stone

Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the bone

I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion

Parties I'm crashin with a flashy type of action

On stage, I kick outrageous

And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis

I'm more dramatic than _Dallas_ is

More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses

Give me a clever girl and I'll outfox her

The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers

So what you want honey a chump or a champ?

Visa or food stamps, Latins or lamps?

I run the game like Sega

Go to war like Noreaga, hit like Schawrzaneggar

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Excitin when I'm fightin I'm frightenin

Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning

Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie

And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties

Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast

Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackass

Police wanna harass me

Cause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzy

The MC patroller

Pockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough roller

Dead zone when I strike the microphone

G. Rap's known, cause I'm bad to the bone

I never needed a helpin handin

I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon

And when I'm rollin with force, three across your belly

Knockin suckers out the box like I'm playin skelly

Cause I pull out the .45 if you offend me

And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney

Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic

Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then panic

A smooth talker, cause I'm a Queens New Yorker

My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker

A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks

When I turn thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd Foxx

Try to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throat

My lyrical notes float like sailboats

I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers I'll be ready

I got more bodies than Frank Netti

Battles I win em cause I send em to hell when I begin em

Because I put it in em like a venom

Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen

Not a fairy, but milky like the Dairy Queen

Movin around like a smooth choreographer

Posin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer

On video, show I makin your girlfriend moan

Cause I'm bad to the bone

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