Injury Reserve - Bad Boys 3 lyrics

[Intro] (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my) [Verse 1: Steppa J. Groggs] I went from n***as telling me I really shouldn't rhyme To dropping a cla**ic album motherf**ers couldn't find Bad boy like Will and Martin in '95 Bad boy, I'm Isiah Thomas in his prime You know it's Mr. Lackadaisical Corny motherf**er but my voice sounds amazing though sh** y'all trying to do, we done done days ago Chilling in the desert, but you can tell The Bay's my home Ya my name is Step and I probably need like twelve of those Black Tee, A's fitted, chinos and some shell toes Been nice since I was wearing baggy a** girbauds Use to rhyme my sh** on The Bart headed to the ‘Sco All this time pa**ed, feeling better than before Gone for a minute, falling off hell no I'm telling y'all that'll be the day that hell froze Ya I'm telling y'all that'll be the day that hell froze [Verse 2: Ritchie with a T] Check it, yo, motherf** the police We the new Bad Boys, but that's a different story Groggsie might go he drinking 40 after 40 But if I'm goin out I hope I'm going like I'm Kobe Wa**up (yeah), man we look like rap Weezer But you think it's all hooks, bring back “Ether” Stunting all season, got to floss often Man I'm dressed like Carlton I'm the black Ben Carson Wa**up, Jesus Christ had dreads so shake 'em I ain't got none cause I cut them off, that was dumb I had to do it like f** it The white girls were always like, “Can I touch it?” Wa**up, oh sh**, break your neck This that Busta Bust '02 chase a check This that Belly sh**, bald fade demand respect Balotelli sh**, I got it but couldn't give two sh**s I can skate on this I stay on my p's and q's like I came from Fig Got it down to the T cause my name's legit k**ing it since Motorola Razors paper thin Wa**up