Fabolous Lyrics
"The
Bad Guy"
(feat. Pain In Da Ass)
[Pain In
Da Ass]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes (yeah)
You know why? (yeah)
Cause
you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have
that problem (i just look at everything)
He always tells the truth (the bad
with the good)
That's what it's all about? (the fake with the real)
That's
what we work so hard for Fabolous? (the hate with the love)
So they can point
their fucking fingers (everything)
and call me the fucking bad guy?
[Verse
1]
I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go
in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's
cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know
how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny
Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting
like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson
like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas
been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this
how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not
do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so
F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
[Pain
In Da Ass]
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And
say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what that make you?
Good?
[Verse
2]
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job
and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court?
I'ma
just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You
catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I
love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking
my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day
I be emptying my inbox and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed
and pull it
Now every chick want to make me cum faster than a speeding bullet
But
I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens
to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma
you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
[Pain
In Da Ass]
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're
gonna hear a bad guy full like this guy
You better make way, it's a bad guy
coming through
[Verse 3]
Come on
What type
of bad guy do fellas dap, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't
have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from e-mail thugs
I
ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
Cause
even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case
dismissed, the DA even liking the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of
Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change
the subject fool
And start askin if I remember you from public school
You
know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck
with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
The good guys who
want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But
if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy
[Pain
In Da Ass]
Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
one of them
first class tickets to the Resurrection
[Gun Shot]
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