Easy Mo Bee - '97 Bad Boy lyrics

Verse 1 [860Rod] All of you mad I get more bu*t than ashtrays Birthed in '97 so I'm with the a** play You could eat sh**, top it with the pate When I'm outdone that'll probably be my last day Quick, let me get a towel for my grundle And when I'm finished lob it in the other team huddle I'm finna start a schism, and all of ya'll tryna cuddle I'm shootin for stars,the gods and Allahs is befuddled Get to they level they mug like central bookin' Lookin' like they just ain't tryna get their life tooken I put a god in the earth and cover with turf And take Mary home, I got her lovin' the surf I ain't praying I'm just waiting for Beyonce Get some play on the radio be on Sway Tune the airwaves you could hear me all day I ain't f**in' round I'm promising I'm beyond play Hook Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear Verse 2 [860Rod] I sit back and bust rhymes like Mac 11s Maybe that's why I feel like Bad Boy in '97 Never going Hollywood but still a lethal weapon I'm bustin out raps till I got my homies and my brethren Mackin' game, it ain't spotty like Craig's face I just pull a Mase in church and I don't leave my place Hold up hold up, I ain't sh** holy Sayin' f** the universe and also matrimony Gimme a girl with morals and soon she beggin' to bone me Hit it a couple months, now she seem alone like she Posty I was like Mike on the kitty I jammed the space Threw on a hoodie and abandoned the place Now I'm chillin' illustrating smoother than legato Drivers seat cruising destination El Dorado Hook Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear Verse 3 [860Rod] I ain't Frank White not a blanco El Chapo I'm just tryna get my stacks high like Colorado With the vato rolling flower every hour after hour Diesel sour, but I tough it out like Eddie Bauer Steady how I'm grinding currently to get a check Best protect ya neck on my Hannibal Lect Fruity loop serial I'll k** a couple verse When it come back around I'm going in caddy hearse Buried in a Coogi cuz it's motherf**in' boujee Ooh he, tryna be royalty like a Louis That's a hypothetical for little down the road Smoking medical for now to get a little throwed Showing still to 9 to 5 just to get the cash up Ga**ed up shawty stroking slow like mola**es That's enough for now I'm outta breath Flava beat to d**h