Bad Boys 2 – English Lyrics

• By: Chance the Rapper, Joey Purp

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Yeah

Young

Huh, yeah

I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these - play with me

Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's 80 degrees

Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat

Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like Bam

If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro

F- what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro

My Rollie go 40 below, money and loyalty, all that I know

Cartier my glasses, Cartier my -, we run the city like cardio

I open my eyes and still see smoke

I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope

Woke up with the stallion, she's drivin' a boat

I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost

Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers

My brother tell me that, "I'm proud of you folks"

Some - gon' show love and some - gon' hate for no reason

I'm already knowin'

They tryna stop me, but it's this bad - and she's tellin' me, "Keep goin'"

They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens

They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin'

I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'

All my favorite hoodies at a bad - condo

But I know this Nina got my back like I'm Rondo

Sittin' on my lap, while I'm slidin' through Chicago

Now we drive the boat, but when we came here, we was cargo

A wise man told me, "Follow anywhere the star go"

So I'm in that double R, it's blacker than some charcoal

Open up the side doors and scan you like a barcode

40s for the lil' -, 50s for the 5-0

Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, you better duck your taco

- they be cappin' like they captain, I'm the capo

And I steer the ship, this - go anywhere that I go

And I got the city on my shoulder like Iago

We in Miami like Martin and Will

She tryna get her a part in the film

Love it in Florida, but want California

The red bottom blues, her heart in the hills

I'm at the dock with my arm on the wheel

This not a movie, I'm starrin' for real

This ain't no job, I'm starvin' for real

I'm hungry for real, I'm barrin' for real

I'm warrin' for real, hands up, this a coup d'état

Tryna keep it P like a two-seat drop

But we gotta lock like a 2C knot

Know that you wanna Kool G Rap

But right now you finna see Kool G rock

Hit the big guy with a lil' slingshot

Green bean shot with a green beam dot (dot, dot)