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1986 a motherfucker doin' tricks on the mix and I don't me the fader Face of zits, but gettin' grits with black steel firesticks Tryin' to build an empire something like Darth Vader Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mean mug (But tucked a forty-five with forty-five thugs) He was a jitter-bug thug Kept at the dance, cut the rug (Treatin' his sistas like a hooker) Greetin' his potnas with a hug Breakdown, shakedown This brother would take pounds Letras de cancionesor sooner to be cake grounds And then go make rounds Firearms protectin' wads of gorgeous green Paper stacks of paid tax offa broken dreams At puberty his liberty was found within a key Lonzo's lookin' but he's lookin' for a way to be free Here's a key, (there's a key) But Lonzo where' yours There's no key to the door But there's money on the floor (So stoop down) Bend over (Hurry, pick it up fast) But watch out Lonzo You'll get fucked in the ass Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo Knock, knock (Who is it?) Time to visit, but it's two years late 'Cause Lonzo's rollin' harder and it's 1988 He's got some fat 'ems, got some mo' friends (And a brand new Benz) He's got respect and expects that it won't end A couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair) But a house is now a crackhouse, Luther, Lonzo's there Dyin' brains, Dyin bodies to and from this dead residence Try in vain to kill they pain Exchange it for dead presidents Many bourgeois parlez france (I don't speak it but I know it) 'S all the same (Da bidness game) But ya go to jail for this shit We would try, for Lonzo's survival was based on stoppin' rivals Who's the fittest as I raise my fist some can't survive and not be ruthless (So while we scrape and scratch for bones) and the cellular phone, (somebody sittin' on the throne) 'Cause they don't let black folks own They just give us this shit on loan Kick it Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo What was I finna say? Oh, yeah Lonzo's back in the county man Damn well we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee a'ight (Madge says that Bounty is the quicker picker upper) Well Lonzo says that county is the slipper, tripper, stucker Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk, junk Makes ya feel like ya took a test and flunked (But don't get disturbed or perturbed The teacher's on my last nerve plus he grades with a downhill curve) Told Lonzo, pick it, the system is wicked trick it, but dick it we got a way to lick it Gave him a book, said here's the ticket (Now he's a dig dig) To learnin' how we been afflicted and what distributin' that shit did I made a quick bid to say "Don't trip kid" "You never worked for the mob" ("Ya had a government job") Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight (Plus he been outta jail about a year ago last night) Now he hangs with us for revolutionary ruckus And five-0 more than ever wants to fuck us Just 'cause we know the road to riches is more crooked than narrow We'll get more power from a hundred thousand gun barrels Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo A bad, a bad, a bad, bad man You know this kid? Lonzo From Letras Mania