Bad MF’s

[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson & Tim Roth from Pulp Fiction] I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet Which one is it? It's the one that says bad motherfucker [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Band of brothers, laughing at them others Gang from the gutter, some bad motherfuckers Hands on everything, the path of a hustler My cash looking good, pulling big numbers Hustling non-stop, getting everything I need If Snoop Dogg coming, you gon' smell the weed If Doggy in the building and everybody chillin' You best believe I'm here makin' a cool million I'm in your meeting room, feet on your table Smoking my own brand, kush from the land Laying out the plan, million-dollar man And I ain't moving 'til a nigga put it in my hand A hundred grand just to make a nigga dance Big money moves, a lot of shaking hands A lot of day ones I done gave a chance I used to make due, now I make demands With four aces in my hand I used to make due, now I make demands (Yeah) Bad motherfucker, I took the game and ran [Verse 2: Too $hort] I don't mind if she call me Too $hort 'Cause I got a big ass dick Don't ask, all the money's in the stash And I'ma put some more cash in there I know I can't take it with me when I pass Me and this cash gon' turn to ashes If I ain't legendary, if I ain't classic That's the end of my story, that's it I could live the good life, everything is fine But when I'm gone I leave everything behind Except the love, that's my legacy You wanna be a boss but you'll never be I came up with gangsters, pimps and hoes J.R. Rider, GP, and J. Kidd, they know About life on the edge in Oakland Dame Dolla and Beast Mode, I know they know it You survive in The Town, you a bad motherfucker Anywhere you go, you a bad motherfucker Can't tell where I'm from, don't ask me nothing Make me pull up with them niggas from The Town and start dumping [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Damn, we some bad motherfuckers Yeah, I feel sorry for you suckers Niggas bad like your grandmama wig Niggas bad like your pissy ass kids Bitch push, I'm the big bad wolf Light this kush and blow off your roof I don't know where the good guys finish All I know is I'm standing with the winners Youngsters wanna be my apprentice Say less, put up your antennas Big bad wolf in your neighborhood Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good I ain't bad like shaking with your left I ain't bad like this nigga breath I ain't bad like a NBA ref I am bad like that nigga Hugh Hef I'm a bad motherfucker We some bad motherfuckers Yeah, we act like brothers but won't hesitate to drag motherfuckers [Verse 4: E-40] Uh, I'm a bad MF I don't talk under my breath, I say it with my chest Stood the test of time, I'm a timer Been a millionaire since I was minor "A minor?" Yeah, I'm the shit I might be extra'd out, stretching the truth a little bit But uh, it didn't happen overnight in an instance I rubbed two sticks, kept it lit like a incense I been around since dinosaur urine (Urine) You been around, since when? Yesterday (Testify) If these rocks band could do it, we could do it (Preach) We gonna be rappin' 'til we way passed gray (Hello) I gas your favorite rapper, especially when I get to rapping fast Spittin' that '91 octane gas, I'm the future and the past You can ask Birdman and Master P about me (What they'll say?) They'll probably easily tell you that I gave 'em the recipe I, uh (What you see?), I see no lies in that 40, say it loud for the people in the back 40, you the father I never had What you mean? Your lyrics taught me more than my dad I'm on your team [Outro: E-40] That's what they say to me, man They say "40, your lyrics taught me more than my dad, bro Like you the father I never had, bro" And I say "Man, I just was tryna play my position, man, and carry out my assignment I was put on this earth 'cause I'm a bad motherfucker"