Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Y'all need to give it up we don't give a fuck What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is, mine Yeah, yeah (ha ha ha ha) uh-huh, yeah yeah (Ha ha ha ha ha ha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) (Ha ha ha ha) Infamous two thousand

Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh!) You're my favorite girl (Oh yeah, there's something about you) To know that you are really special Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why See I just want you Yeah, oh yeah there's something about you Oh yeah, there's

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow

Lose yourself to dance Everybody dancing on the floor Everybody on the floor Yeah, come on (lose yourself to dance) I know you don't get chance to take a break this often I know your life is speeding and it isn't stopping You take my shirt and just go

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed You know they said you was

American you know I had to cop that foreign After we leave girl, you know where you going Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring) I know it's never boring American