Analog Brothers - So Bad lyrics

[Kool Keith] Yeah man, I just got home man... yeah I was on tour with Prince and them I did 32 shows with James Brown Madonna just got home too, we all just got off tour We have three buses, followin' each other Yeah... Ah Flamboyant status, Don Cornelious called me up on Soul Train Lavish livin' with diamonds... limo service Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX Fans by the millions, catrillions Tickets sold about two million At the Great Western Forum I had somethin' for 'em Headlinin' over Toto and 702, Lil' Kim and Foxy Openin' up for the big rock star with a hot car On stage like the Shilights, legendary with bright lights Signin' autographs for the Warner Brothers and the Def Jam staff Sooped up to the max with a platinum Brahmin, fog lights Excitin', girls scream for me like Elvis I'm all shook up with the hook up 32 shows in the United States booked up European tours, walkin' in gold hotels with marble floors Private jets, Michael Jordan my plane is startin' to boardin' Bank of America, versatile, make the teller smile Cashin' four hundred thousand dollar checks To buy a boa constrictor to sit around my neck Travel with sound crew thats comin' from SoundView Keith Korg, last name Burtman, don't wanna hurt men While managers walk out we jerk men I move up with thrust, that's right... I'm out there [Chorus] Yeah, you know when I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. Don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad When I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. Don't you be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad [Silver Synth] Silv Synth, the slickest lane struck with this Famous frame, plus I mack a million, chameleon Identity switch pitch, never re-glitching, gamin' on 'em Top models I'm gainin' on 'em Trainin' 'em to have me nuttin' solid as titanium Wasn't frontin' when I started slangin' 'em I mean, I put 'em on, with the need to alc 'em on, now I'm spawnin' 'em A new breed of poontang and now I'm flauntin' 'em On the boulevard hard, touch my girl get scarred This pimp thang - got me holdin' heat and everythang Pushin' Ferrari's, kitted out, small diamonds - fit 'em out Rocked up and head swoll, though I couldn't get locked up On a roll, if it wasn't a Silver thang it'd be gold I'm up now, but wish I took ear to what I was told (Blaow, blaow, blaow!) [Chorus] [Kool Keith] A.J. Lester, slacks with Stetson's, holdin' down the fort Ridin' up the Westside Highway with a European model Drivin' a frost white Cadillac El Daradoe With an African-Asian from Zimbabwe, I'm doin' it my way With a strip club I own in a 914 zone Back from Detroit, excalibur with the fish tail My personal chauffeur named Ismael Pullin' long haul - Bringin' 20 pairs of sneakers I bought from the Fox Hills Mall World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru Callin' my man from Alaska named Tom who live in a igloo Cellular phone from J&J, livin' day to day Shoppin' bags on 5th Avenue with a dark black Maxi With BET on the phone, my room is chrome Pearl bathroom by the gla** room Much cubic space livin' on Payton Place [Chorus]