Cool & Dre (Cool N Dre) - Good Girls Go Bad lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10 We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just bring it to an end And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim There's missing women out there, we should focus on 'em This song is dedicated to Natalie Holloway I feel for her daddy so I wrote this on father's day I know she gone, but she ain't far away I just had a daughter, pa** me that cigar 'Ye I'm 'bout to tell a story, everybody parlay Sit back listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway I learned this the hard way, when police came our way My daddy had his act on like it never happened (Broadway) Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you Now my mama good, n***a she ain't gotta deal with ya You want some money n***a? I ain't get a deal with ya You ain't saying nothing, you like a still picture You better thank God you still breathing air Cause you coulda went out like your boy Steve McNair [Hook] Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I won't) If you don't, you gon' really love us (I said I won't) Please don't use us, dooon't [Verse 2: Drake] Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian With some girls that say they models but umm, I don't believe 'em Who's still getting tested? Where's all the women that still remember who they slept with? Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list? But when you do go out, you still working what you was blessed with Do it girl, I'll be the king to your Queen Latifah I love your a** like Milhouse loved Lisa I love your a** like the Ninja Turtles love pizza Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of, you got it girl This song remind me of Cat from Philly, a girl I used to love Until she started acting silly, her heart's a little chilly She a little too carefree in 10 years Who's paying for all that therapy? Umm, n***a not me, yeah I'm probably not the man you take me for But I bet I could be if you make me yours Most of the sh** I say is true When I'm done with bad b**hes, know I'm coming straight to you good girl [Hook] Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, noo [Verse 3: The Game] Drizzy, I'm sitting here watching Basketball Wives Like, "uhh, them is basketball wives?" Only cute one, Gloria, that's my n***a Matt Barnes' chick Can't swim in that poon fool, that's a crucial conflict Never sleep with the wife of n***as you eat with And never buy a chick a bag on the first date I pop a bottle with her on her birthday and tell her a** "get on!" Disrespect my chick, that type of sh**'ll get you spit on I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls Like "hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy's world" Get busy girl, drink that rosé 'till you're dizzy girl She walking around the club all lost, like where is he girl? He on the top of the charts, next to Beyonce Right under Kanye, so let the Don spray That's your girl? n***a go on and make her cry Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche like "let's ride" [Hook] Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, nooo [Verse 4: The Game] Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man And thats my n***a Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin n***a its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went Just tell me where them dimes went So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my n***as Yeah I'm married to the game And she married to my chain, watching Boyz n The Hood Lets take a drive down memory lane