Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)歌词
作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Michael Jackson/Khaled Rohaim
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Michael Jackson/Khaled Rohaim
(Ow!)
Lil Capalot, *****, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back (Ow!)
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement (Ah)
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack (Ow!)
He a *****, he'll fold under pressure (Ah)
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that (Ow!)
Momma told me, "I don't care if you scared (Ah)
Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back" (Ow!)
We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up (Ah)
What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough? (Ow!)
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us (Ah)
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up (Ow!)
Rich ass gangster my gun match the color of my car (Ah)
Any sudden movemеnt and this ***** goin' far, far (Ow!)
Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah (Ah)
I'm a goat, I'm a thug, I'm a star (Ow!)
Young and tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, son
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape (Ow!)
All my life I had to risk-take (Ah)
But if they come and try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break (Ow!)
Let anybody in this ***** play (Ah)
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face (Ow!)
Where I'm from all the killers turn hood legend (Ah)
And they known through them blocks like the Kimbe (Ow!)
Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali (Ah)
Thirty shots will knock him down like Muhammad Ali (Ow!)
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep (Ah)
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P (Ow!)
Young and tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Michael Jackson/Khaled Rohaim
(Ow!)
Lil Capalot, *****, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back (Ow!)
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement (Ah)
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack (Ow!)
He a *****, he'll fold under pressure (Ah)
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that (Ow!)
Momma told me, "I don't care if you scared (Ah)
Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back" (Ow!)
We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up (Ah)
What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough? (Ow!)
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us (Ah)
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up (Ow!)
Rich ass gangster my gun match the color of my car (Ah)
Any sudden movemеnt and this ***** goin' far, far (Ow!)
Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah (Ah)
I'm a goat, I'm a thug, I'm a star (Ow!)
Young and tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, son
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape (Ow!)
All my life I had to risk-take (Ah)
But if they come and try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break (Ow!)
Let anybody in this ***** play (Ah)
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face (Ow!)
Where I'm from all the killers turn hood legend (Ah)
And they known through them blocks like the Kimbe (Ow!)
Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali (Ah)
Thirty shots will knock him down like Muhammad Ali (Ow!)
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep (Ah)
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P (Ow!)
Young and tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out "No way"
Tell me Annie, are you okay? (Ow!)
