Bad Boy
Royce Da 5'9" Feat. Jungle Rock Jr. Lyrics
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Wake up, we getting that bread like a baker
Take ya life like it's nothing, boys swing
I will blood clot everything from your block
To your offspring, you not hardcore
Wouldn't crack an egg, why the fuck you acting hard boiled?
Boom bye bye is the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin' spaceship
Enough in the bracelet to make the blind squint
I'm Eazy, Cube, Yella, Dre, Ren times ten, I'm a (Bad Boy)
Put you in a slumber, come on bruh
You a bum, you under my umbrella, I put you in the dumpster
Whatever, I ain't the Fella who you want Roc with
I will batty boy kill ya, fuck all that dumb shit
Put you up under concrete, I'm cut like a gauntlet
Beat ya like a blum blum drum stick
Mumble something I come through dumping
AK-47 pumping, blow like a trumpet
The foolishness of niggas bullshit
Who you trying to push bitch? Booyakah, full clip, don dada
You no test me Shabba Rank impostor
You no want drama I'm prepared for 'Nam, I'm a (Bad Boy)
You're in a headlock, tie your family up like a dread lock
Gong niggas like Junior Marley when the lead drop
Eat 'em like a meal while the fed watch
You married the street I just fucked it out of wedlock
Before I rip on ya, rasta should warn ya
They don't all love ya, push needles into the eyeballs
Of a little doll of ya, blind ya, align ya
Red rum with murder for hire, serve your supplier
Pill poppin' and coke snortin'
We kill for fun 'til we come for your fortune
Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do?
When them killas come for you, I'm a (Bad Boy)
In "Bad Boy," Royce da 5'9" is embracing his persona as a hardened, street-wise rapper who is not afraid to take down his competition. His lyrics are filled with violent imagery, including references to shooting up blocks and killing someone's entire family. He asserts his dominance over his peers in the rap game, comparing himself to the likes of Easy E, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre. Royce also teases his enemies, claiming that they are not truly "hardcore" and wouldn't crack an egg or act "hard boiled."
Royce uses a lot of dancehall and reggae influences in his lyrics, which is not surprising as he has cited Jamaican music as one of his early inspirations. He name-drops Junior Marley, grandson of Bob Marley, as someone he would "gong" with bullets like in a Jamaican dub session. Overall, the lyrics of "Bad Boy" evoke a sense of danger and aggression, that reflects the persona of Royce da 5'9".
Line by Line Meaning
We serve teardrops, prolific flow from Jamaica
Our words are so powerful that they can make people cry, and they come from the same place that reggae music originated from (Jamaica)
Wake up, we getting that bread like a baker
We're hustling and making money non-stop, just like a baker constantly making bread
Take ya life like it's nothing, boys swing
We'll take someone's life without even flinching, and some guys are foolish enough to try to fight us
I will blood clot everything from your block
I can cause chaos and violence in your entire neighborhood
To your offspring, you not hardcore
Your children won't even think you're tough or hardcore
Wouldn't crack an egg, why the fuck you acting hard boiled?
You wouldn't even be able to break an egg, so why are you acting like you're tough?
Boom bye bye is the tune I abide by
I live by the song 'Boom Bye Bye', which is about killing gay men
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
I'm connected with dangerous people, and our communication is seamless and untraceable like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
There's no point in trying to compete with me because I'm about to achieve greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin' spaceship
You're nothing compared to me and my futuristic life, I'm on a whole different level
Enough in the bracelet to make the blind squint
I have so much money that even blind people would be able to see the bling on my bracelet
I'm Eazy, Cube, Yella, Dre, Ren times ten, I'm a (Bad Boy)
I'm ten times better than these legendary rappers/producers and I'm a 'Bad Boy'
Put you in a slumber, come on bruh
I'll knock you out cold and put you to sleep, let's go
You a bum, you under my umbrella, I put you in the dumpster
You're beneath me, and I'll throw you away like trash in a dumpster
Whatever, I ain't the Fella who you want Roc with
You don't want to mess with me because I'm not the guy to play with
I will batty boy kill ya, fuck all that dumb shit
I will kill you for being gay, I don't care about any other nonsense
Put you up under concrete, I'm cut like a gauntlet
I'll bury you under concrete and I'm as strong as a gauntlet
Beat ya like a blum blum drum stick
I'll beat you so hard it'll sound like a drum, 'blum blum'
Mumble something I come through dumping
Say something unintelligible and I'll come through shooting
AK-47 pumping, blow like a trumpet
I'm firing an AK-47 with such force that it sounds like a trumpet
The foolishness of niggas bullshit
I'm tired of hearing the stupidity of other black people's nonsense
Who you trying to push bitch? Booyakah, full clip, don dada
Who are you trying to mess with? I have a whole arsenal of weapons and I'm the boss
You no test me Shabba Rank impostor
You can't compete with me, you're just pretending to be like the real Shabba Ranks
You no want drama I'm prepared for 'Nam, I'm a (Bad Boy)
If you don't want trouble, then back off because I'm ready for war like a soldier in Vietnam, I'm a 'Bad Boy'
You're in a headlock, tie your family up like a dread lock
I have you in a chokehold and I'll tie up your family like they're dreadlocks
Gong niggas like Junior Marley when the lead drop
I'll kill guys with the same ease that Junior Gong Marley sings his reggae songs
Eat 'em like a meal while the fed watch
I'll kill people in broad daylight and the government won't be able to stop me
You married the street I just fucked it out of wedlock
You're devoted to the streets, but I just had a quick fling with it and left it behind
Before I rip on ya, rasta should warn ya
Before I attack you, even a Rasta should warn you about the danger you're in
They don't all love ya, push needles into the eyeballs
Not everyone loves you, some people would even go as far as to poke needles into your eyes
Of a little doll of ya, blind ya, align ya
They'll blind you, even a small doll representing you would be targeted, and they'll put things back into place
Red rum with murder for hire, serve your supplier
We're committed to murder for hire, even if it means killing our own suppliers
Pill poppin' and coke snortin'
We do drugs like popping pills and snorting cocaine
We kill for fun 'til we come for your fortune
Killing is something we enjoy doing, and we won't stop until we've taken everything you have
Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do?
We're 'Bad Boys', so what are you going to do about it?
When them killas come for you, I'm a (Bad Boy)
When the killers come for you, I'll be leading the charge, because I'm a 'Bad Boy'
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: NICHOLAS WARWAR, R ROACHFORD, RYAN MONTGOMERY
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If Jesus walked on fire is basically what Royce is lyrically
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