South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my

(Girl) girl gone bad Ah lazy eyes in the summer heat, Fresh from outta town Now she's working on the street, Shakin' poor boys down Uh (girl) uh girl gone bad Found that girl with a lonesome John, But she should've been with me Guess that woman fallen in

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

Bad boys running wild Out in the streets Out in the night If you don't play along with their games And you better get out of their way The dogs are on the run The cats are all in heat Spiders all around you Spinning webs and make you pray

Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do When they come for you You chuck it on that one You chuck it on this one You chuck it on your mother and You chuck it on your father You chuck it on your brother and You chuck it on your sister

They say "all good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true It's automatic It's just what they do Love's my religion but he was my faith

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the club Hot boys on my dick in the club Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the game I could make Future

Bad boys of Rock & Roll Mad boys out of control We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll How bad can a bad boy be if he sets you free? How bad can a bad boy be is he sets you free? (We're the bad boys of Rock & Roll) So we look kinda weird to you Well how do

They made rules for fools, so get wise Where were you last night? Dear mummy, dear daddy, You had plans for me, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would become.

They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo Oh, all around the World, There's an echo As he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows Classical poems Battle my own demons