Bad Intentions Lyrics – Dr. Dre/Knoc-turn'al

Bad Intentions Text

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Put your cups up, get your smoke in
Baby, we partyin, ain't nobody loc'n
Who you provokin, what you want now?
Take a look around, it's pimp sh*t goin down
It's a lot of b**ches, a whole lot of freaks
Top notch hoes, they flock in every week
What you wan' do, get your next thrill
Take an X pill, how the sex feel?
Damn you lookin good, all ten of y'all
Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), I'm di*kin y'all
Keep your face down (ooh), keep your ass up (ohhh)
You know what your doin (ooooh), keep that sh*t movin (yeah)
Keep them titties jumpin, keep the Henny comin
Every b**ch in here need to be touchin somethin
I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot
So how the f**k could they not want a piece of Doc?

[Chorus: Knoc-turn'al]
I don't give a f**k 'cause I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight west-coastin
b**ches puttin ass in motion, pussy poppin, sex promotin
Got a car? [Raise it up]
Got a blunt? [Blaze it up]
That's your b**ch? [On these nuts]
Really I don't...[Give a f**k]
All I really know your hoe wants to be with me and she ain't playin
And what I'm sayin (she creams with me)
And screams between the sheets

Soon as the door close
I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose
We never love y'all, my niggas all macks
We sip a lot of Yak, f**k and never call back
Pack women in the club until it's pitch black
Thugs on their block wonderin where their b**ch at
Where you think nigga? She with the Aftermath
Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath
No talkin, f**k how your day go
You want di*k (yeeeaah!), will b**ch say so
Don't be shy now, probably the best at it
They say a party ain't a party until the west at it
Gravitate to the Doc like it's automatic
Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it
Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah)
Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh)

[Chorus]

When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me
And what I'm sayin is she ain't playin (she creams with me)
And sleeps between the sheets

Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!)
Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (yeaaah!)
What up Infinite, Mohagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!)
Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)