Bad Boys 3

(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

I can't live my life this way)

I went from niggas telling me I really shouldn't rhyme

To dropping a classic album motherfuckers couldn't find

Bad boy like Will and Martin in '95

Bad boy, I'm Isiah Thomas in his prime

Yeah, you know it's Mr. Lackadaisical

Corny motherfucker but my voice sounds amazing though

Shit 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 ass girbauds

Use to rhyme my shit on The Bart headed to the 'Sco

All this time passed, 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

Check it, yo, motherfuck 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

Wassup (yeah), man we look like rap Weezer

But if 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

Wassup, 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 fuck it

The white girls were always like: Can I touch it?

Wassup, oh shit, break your neck

This that Busta Bust '02 chase a check

This that Belly shit, bald fade demand respect

Balotelli shit, I got it but couldn't give two shits, wassup

I can skate on this

I stay on my Ps and Qs like I came from Figg

Got it down to the T cause my name's legit

Killing it since Motorola Razors paper thin

Wassu