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Bad To The Bone (1992)
Inner Circle
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Now all rude boys, a big up on the chest
Behind a circling town again
Bad, bad, bad, bad, oh bad, oh, night
Bad oh, bad oh, uh oh,uh oh
Bad boys, bad boys
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Come test, and not draw lines
I run them off in the 8th
Of a superman chest come, test
Dem say, "Am real today"
A lickle did they know, me a God bless
God bless, God bless
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, back to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
And chat, chat, God to find the rest
And in my bed with any left
In the sheets, I offer chance, money, beans
And share be, when I go live
Like love to sleep
And me, I go lick you with a talk
Then chat the murder, so take a rest
Like a bird in a bird's nest
And now, father, make me flex
Cause some other text
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Now so you bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Come test,I'm in out, draw lines
I run them off in the 8th
Of a superman chest,come test
And me not draw lines
A lickle did they know
And that say, "Me a God bless"
God bless, God bless
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
We want the people to wake up to reality
You've been sleeping too long in your fantasy
I think you open your heart
And then we bring my flex
Yeah, the drum man, the beat
All we got like an echo
Take a rest, like a bird in a nest
Now, father, make me flex, cause some other texts
Bad boys
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
A long time
The people them want to wake up
But in them fantasy, you know
Dem have sleep too long, you know
A time now we fi go make them alive, you know
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
I walk alone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Born in the world with a microphone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
Bad, bad, bad to the bone
Like a bandolero, I walk alone
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