Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)歌词

作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
Lil Capalot, b7, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a b7, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture,
man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try
you better fight back"
We'll beat his ass
if he try to throw the folks up
What's all that sh!t you
was sayin' like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans
if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam
when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster,
my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go,
"Fah, fah"
Bet I have him huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin' 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, uh
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?
Still on that bullsh!t, MJ
Really one of the hottest,
and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life, had to risk-take
But if they come and try me,
.40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this b7 play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass
in the ground with a stiff face
Where I'm from
all the killers turn hood legend
And they known
through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on something bigger
than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock
him down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7
Youngin' 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, uh
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?

[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
[00:00.347] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
[00:00.695]Lil Capalot, b7, ha
[00:08.450]Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
[00:09.947]And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
[00:11.946]Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
[00:13.953]He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
[00:16.197]He a b7, he'll fold under pressure
[00:17.946]I can tell from his posture,
[00:18.500]man, he ain't really like that
[00:20.198]Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
[00:21.946]Go in for the kill, if they try
[00:22.500]you better fight back"
[00:23.451]We'll beat his ass
[00:24.000]if he try to throw the folks up
[00:25.952]What's all that sh!t you
[00:26.500]was sayin' like you was so tough?
[00:27.948]They gon' have to carry your mans
[00:28.500]if he approach us
[00:29.952]Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam
[00:30.500]when we get close up
[00:31.950]Rich-ass gangster,
[00:32.500]my gun match the color of my car
[00:34.190]Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go,
[00:35.190]"Fah, fah"
[00:36.448]Bet I have him huggin' Allah
[00:38.448]I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
[00:40.446]Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
[00:41.946]When you ridin',
[00:42.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[00:43.951]He was bangin' wrong 'til
[00:44.500]they found him deceased
[00:45.692]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
[00:46.500]in the streets, uh
[00:48.206]So you better look both ways,
[00:48.961]make your soul shake
[00:49.945]Demons standin' in the doorway
[00:52.201]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[00:53.201]Screamin' out, "No way"
[00:55.205]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[00:56.206]Still on that bullsh!t, MJ
[00:57.954]Really one of the hottest,
[00:58.666]and I never dropped a mixtape
[01:00.184]All my life, had to risk-take
[01:01.693]But if they come and try me,
[01:02.693] .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
[01:04.203]Let anybody in this b7 play
[01:05.699]I'ma have my C's leave his ass
[01:06.699]in the ground with a stiff face
[01:07.948]Where I'm from
[01:08.500]all the killers turn hood legend
[01:10.195]And they known
[01:11.500]through them blocks like Dikembe
[01:12.204]Totin' on something bigger
[01:13.500]than The Great Khali
[01:14.201]Thirty shots'll knock
[01:15.201]him down like Muhammad Ali
[01:16.198]Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
[01:18.204]Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7
[01:20.444]Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
[01:21.946]When you ridin',
[01:22.500]better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
[01:23.956]He was bangin' wrong 'til
[01:24.500]they found him deceased
[01:25.708]It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
[01:26.708]in the streets, uh
[01:28.201]So you better look both ways
[01:29.201]make your soul shake
[01:31.447]Demons standin' in the doorway
[01:32.450]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[01:33.450]Screamin' out, "No way"
[01:35.951]Tell me, Annie, are you okay?