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"