Lyrics to Bad Boys 2
Yeah
Young, uh
Yeah
I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these bitch niggas play with me
Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's eighty degrees
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like, bam
If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro
Fuck what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know
Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio
I open my eyes and still see smoke
I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope
Woke up with the stallion, she drivin' a boat
I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost
Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers
My brother tell me that "I'm proud of you folks"
Some niggas gon' show love and some niggas gon' hate for no reason, I'm already knowin'
They tryna stop me, but it's this bad ass bitch and she tellin' me "Keep goin'"
They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens
They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin'
I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'
All my hoodies at a bad bitch condo
But I know this Nina got my back like I'm Rondo
Sittin' on my lap, while I'm slidin' through Chicago
Now we drive the boat, but when we came here, we was cargo
A wise man told me me "Follow anywhere the star go"
So I'm in that double R, it's blacker than some charcoal
Open up the side doors and scan you like a barcode
Forties for the lil' niggas, fifties for the 5-0
Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, you better duck your taco
Niggas they be cappin' like they captain, I'm the capo
And I steer the ship, this shit go anywhere that I go
And I got the city on my shoulder like Lago
We in Miami like Martin and Will
She tryna get her a part in the film
Love it in Florida, but want California
The red bottom blues, her heart in the hills
I'm at the dock with my arm on the wheel
This not a movie, I'm starrin' for real
This ain't no job, I'm starvin' for real
I'm hungry for real, I'm barrin' for real
I'm warrin' for real, hands up, this a coup d'état
Tryna keep it P like a two-seat drop
But we gotta lock like a 2C knot
Know that you wanna Kool G rap
But right now you finna see Kool G rock
Hit the big guy with a lil' slingshot
Green bean shot with a green beam dot
Young, uh
Yeah
I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these bitch niggas play with me
Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's eighty degrees
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat
Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like, bam
If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro
Fuck what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro
My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know
Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio
I open my eyes and still see smoke
I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope
Woke up with the stallion, she drivin' a boat
I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost
Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers
My brother tell me that "I'm proud of you folks"
Some niggas gon' show love and some niggas gon' hate for no reason, I'm already knowin'
They tryna stop me, but it's this bad ass bitch and she tellin' me "Keep goin'"
They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens
They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin'
I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'
All my hoodies at a bad bitch condo
But I know this Nina got my back like I'm Rondo
Sittin' on my lap, while I'm slidin' through Chicago
Now we drive the boat, but when we came here, we was cargo
A wise man told me me "Follow anywhere the star go"
So I'm in that double R, it's blacker than some charcoal
Open up the side doors and scan you like a barcode
Forties for the lil' niggas, fifties for the 5-0
Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, you better duck your taco
Niggas they be cappin' like they captain, I'm the capo
And I steer the ship, this shit go anywhere that I go
And I got the city on my shoulder like Lago
We in Miami like Martin and Will
She tryna get her a part in the film
Love it in Florida, but want California
The red bottom blues, her heart in the hills
I'm at the dock with my arm on the wheel
This not a movie, I'm starrin' for real
This ain't no job, I'm starvin' for real
I'm hungry for real, I'm barrin' for real
I'm warrin' for real, hands up, this a coup d'état
Tryna keep it P like a two-seat drop
But we gotta lock like a 2C knot
Know that you wanna Kool G rap
But right now you finna see Kool G rock
Hit the big guy with a lil' slingshot
Green bean shot with a green beam dot
