My Bad Side

Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear

(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)

Rushin' up the middle like a fullback

It's my drug, head to head contact

Mack 11, my best friend in full effect

That's the beat that you been lookin' for, no pussy check

Come quietly the punishment awaits you

I'm playin' games and I know you can't relate too

Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side

You better chill cause your messin' with my bad side

(Suckers getting tossed)

My, my, my, my, my bad side

(Suckers gettin' tossed)

(Suckers gettin' tossed)

My, my, my, my, my bad side

(Suckers gettin' tossed)

My, my, my, my, my bad side

My bad side

Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't bullshittin'

Tell ya girl about how hard this shit's gettin'

Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss

Break soft and like a salad you'll get tossed

Voice like rock effects I don't need 'em

You drop for your boss, I'm like a pimp when I greet 'em

Role like son, your just another recruit

Salute roody poos to your king I'm in the black boots

The beat's runnin' like a Benz in the fast lane

Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame

Watch the bunny while I inject the venom

Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in 'em

Rushin' like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo

Reckless like the P-L-O, bring it back and here we go

The bass drum dancin' through to get dumb

Girls on my tip doin' flips because I'm well hung

Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game's slick

You find something then you hide it with a drum chick

Takin' apart every rap that's on the charts

Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain't hard

Please, get up and take brown tip punk

'Cause you might get dumped

Your producers are bitin', your gettin' paid but your lame

And no two songs of mine sound the same

Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth

Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help

Sucker, you better step to the stand by

Because your messin' with my Bad Side

My, my, my, my, my bad side

My, my, my, my, my bad side

I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior

And I got the beat for ya

Bumpin' in your trunk like a hump of funk punk

You want to jump but your jump got skunked

Pick 'em up ref, eight count his lights are out

Lookin' for the jab but he caught my roundhouse

Stereo effect our words connect

Pick up the mic and check our muscles flex

Loosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealt

You might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nope

You stole a beat from a old great record

Call my record weak, here it is now you break it

You say I'm broke but I'm ridin' in a Benzo

What you rollin' boy a Hugo?

Tryin' to roll with the girls your callin' Mix-A-Lot a sucker

Who you callin' sucker, lip-synching motherfucker

Move the set boy how's this fiasco

I'm in your gutter and I'm singin' like Tabasco, sucker

You better step to the stand by

Because your messin' with my Bad Side

My, my, my, my, my bad side

My bad side

My, my, my bad side

My, my, my, my, my bad side

Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her face

Took both my beepers and my ill skin case

Snatched all my gold, sucker punk and he's gone

He made a break for the car and now the chase is on

Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes

Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face

Left toward South Shore, wrong way homey

This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only

Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill

Ain't no place to run so you might as well chill

Jumped from the car like he wanted to run

And Maharishi on the roof (yo drop the gun)

Punk dropped that, so I dropped mine

You see I'd rather box, than have to use my nine

Punk buckled up from a one, two punch

My girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pump

Cops on my jock, I broke round the block

Chase cars eat dust and G don't stop

Smoker, you needed drugs for your next high

You pull a gat on my bad side

Alright man, let's kick the door down and Break in their man,

We can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man (word)

The jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I'm a get me in that man

My Bad Side

I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man

I know well listen, take him out man

He dissed my sister

Don't let him get away man, take his girl out man

I know my homeboy slapped his girl

I know, yeah, let's get it, let's get in, let's get in

Kick the door down, ready

Welcome to my house punks, yeah!

That's right punk, try to run punk

Oh you the last one, huh

Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don't point that gun

You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat