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Just as the party started rockin', came a knock on the door
They came in blazin', waving guns, and yelling, «Drop on the floor!
This is a robbery, we want your jewelry, wallets, and dough
We’re burglars, not murderers, but if we’ve gotta be both
It’s not a problem 'cause we brought the semi-autos with the hollow tips
I promise not to cause a fit as long as we get all yo' shit
Now folks, I hope we understand one another»
So I handed him my wallet and said, «Bad motherfucker»
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
Isn’t it a little bit indicative of getting in a bit of a predicament
And sitting on the and telling 'em you’re innocent
And never getting a second to finish a sentence
And with their fingers on the triggers of a weapon they’re yelling
«Get your fingers into the heavens, hands up!»
Something of substance
Is pulling my
And I’m hoping when I get back
If I you will too
Outgunned and outnumbered, luckily that’s just my cup of tea
They thought they had us trapped, actually, in fact, they stuck with me
They messed up when they stepped up in this disco inferno
I guess it didn’t occur to 'em, getting kicked in the sternum and hit
With fists of fury mixed with ninja turtle bum-rush
Michelangelo swinging the mic like it’s a nunchuk
Got they guns up but I’m quicker than a rubber band snap
Strike it with the lighting kick, that hundred-hand slap
You shouldn’t even come if you ain’t gonna do it right
'Cause you’d never bring a gun into a kung-fu fight
And you never interrupt when the party gets started
Should’ve thought of that, now give me my motherfucking wallet back
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
He’s a bad motherfucker
Something of substance
Is pulling my
And I’m hoping when I get back
If I you will too
Something of substance
Is pulling my
And I’m hoping when I get back
If I you will too