Eric B. - Bad to the Bone lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] I'm bad to the bone with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions I get a lot of attention Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin With one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coathanger In a highrise, made for only fly guys With a size that attracts the ladies eyes Keepin the stash and the cashflow Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars Slick talkin with a chick when I'm walkin Midnight stalkin, all the s**ers be hawkin And I max while you be waxin your Cadillacs Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axe Big spender, cause I'm a winner like Bruce Jenner I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinner On the phone cause I'm hard like stone Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the bone [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] I'm gettin cash and ladies receive my pa**ion Parties I'm crashin with a flashy type of action On stage I kick outrageous And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis I'm more dramatic than Dallas is More pretty than a palace is, hands no callouses Give me a clever girl and I'll outfox her The man that rocks her in pure silk boxers So what you want honey a chump or a champ? Visa or food stamps, Latins or lamps? I run the game like Sega Go to war like Noreaga, hit like Schwarzenegger Excitin when I'm fightin I'm frightenin Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast Wrap rappers all up in the back like a jacka** Police wanna hara** me Cause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzy The MC patroller Pockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough roller Dead zone when I strike the microphone G. Rap's known, cause I'm bad to the bone [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] I never needed a helpin handin I'm outstandin, type of guy girls never abandon The one who rollin with force, three across your belly Knockin s**ers out the box like I'm playin skelly Cause I pull out the .45 if you offend me And leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimney Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic Gigantic, s**ers get frantic and then panic A smooth talker, cause I'm a Queens New Yorker My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks When I turn 30, I'll still be dirty as Redd Foxx Try to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throat My lyrical notes float like sailboats I keep it steady for the petty s**er rappers I'll be ready I got more bodies than Frank Nitti Battles I win em cause I send em to Hell when I begin em Because I put it in em like a venom Discover the toughest rap brother you ever seen Not a fairy, but milky like the Dairy Queen Movin around like a smooth choreographer Posin my hoes in all clothes for the photographer On video, show I makin your girlfriend moan Cause I'm bad to the bone