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 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 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 Killing it since Motorola Razors paper thin Wassup