Bad To The Bone Lyrics - Singles - 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 coat hanger 

In a highrise, made for only fly guys 

With a size that attracts the ladies eyes 

Keepin the stash and the cash flow 

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 suckers 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 

I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion 

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 Schawrzaneggar 

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 jackass 

Police want to harass 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 

I never needed a helpin handin 

I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandon 

And when I'm rollin with force, three across your belly 

Knockin suckers 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, suckers 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 thirty, 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 sucker rappers I'll be ready 

I got more bodies than Frank Netti 

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