Bad To The Bone Lyrics

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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/bad-to-the-bone-lyrics-kool-g-rap.html ] 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