Will "Flexxx" Hankins - Rapper Gone Bad lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candied yams And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!" Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pour like liquid Drano Verbal volcano, they love me, 'cause they know I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of b**hes get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you It's the Dre-pors, can you feel it? Nothin can save you From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again" I'm fabulicious, game nutritious Break b**hes like dishes and drink like them fishes Boy, put some of that Yukon Jack in the bag And come f** with yo' partner, the rapper gone bad [Chorus] (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) [Repeat 4X] (Rapper gone bad) (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad...rapper gone bad) (Bad-meaning-bad) (Bad, bad, bad...rapper gone bad) [ VERSE 2 ] I'm an old schooler like Grandmaster and the Five that was Furious Got b**hes goin delirious even though it ain't that serious You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals Them s**ers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle I'm seasoned with the game that O.G.'s told me Got laced like Luke did by Obi-Wan Kenobi Or Yoda, hold a mic in my right hand And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand That's right, man, my hypeman is L-O-double T Might see us after the show at the hotel DoubleTree Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean 'Cause s**ers sick of the scene like they Jack and I'm the Green Giant, defiant, b**hes get dealt with quick Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell 'em dreams like horoscopes They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks Mac D with the R connected to the E (me) Might be at the bar drinkin' Hennessy In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work My body over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert [Chorus] [ VERSE 3 ] I'm a thug like 2Pac, born to mack like Too $hort Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off two quarts Bendin' corners in somethin' ninety-new Lookin' real ragooey on my way to see Chuy Boy, I'm on the air gettin' heavy rotation But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me Got posse, Flowmasters, a shift kit in the tranny Chirpin' every time I shift gears In that 9-5 Impala with them gold-dipped gears Put some of that 1-5-1 in the bag Come f** with yo partner, the rapper gone bad [Chorus]