Cactus Bad Stuff lyrics

Bad Stuff by Cactus

Bad Stuff lyrics

was born in seventy-one 
In seventy-two I started to walk 
Seventy-three 
Seventy-four 
Seventy-five 
I learned to talk 
Seventy-six I tried sexing 
That was around the age of five 
Seventy-seven 
Seventy-eight 
And seventy-nine 
I started to ride 
With my 
Uncle Ike 
In eighty and eighty-one 
I was about ten 
But the first time a little chick 
Made me cum 
Was eighty-two 
Or eighty-three 
My life really came alive 
In eighty-four 
I was thirteen 
But 
Nineteen eighty-five's 
The number 
I met this bitch 
Who told me if I got tight with her 
Together we would grow rich 
Type of chick 
That'll make a brother 
Feel good inside 
In my mind when I'm sleep 
Woke 
When I walk 
When I ride 
Getting to me in the classroom 
Used to follow me into the bathroom 
And I loved it 
She was wild 
And everyday 
People bore me 
Captivate 
Activate my hormones 
When you speak to me 
Softly 
Offer me 
A piece of you 
Cause 
Me so horny 
She let me foreplay 
And that's it 
She said 
If I would rap 
And make some dollars for us 
Maybe I can get a hit 
I was writing 
Then I found myself fighting 
For the juices 
When I found out 
That our little agreement's 
Non-exclusive 
Ah damn 
She let celebrity status hit 
So I'm thinking of tactics 
How to leave ran down 
Prophylatics 
On the mattress 
So I practice 
Hoping to stuff my fat dick 
In this rap bitch 
Knowing when I stuff my cactus 
In that catfish 
Imma flat shit 
She's turning me into a killer 
Devour fools 
I'm powerful 
Like Mecha-Godzilla 
She said 
If I keep rapping 
She'll keep clapping 
But ain't nobody strapping 
Till she see paper 
And then we'll see what's happening 
And I hear her say 

[hook] 

You heard of Tech 
He's like the best 
He built his nest 
In the Midwest 
The boy can flow 
And he be busting like 
Boom boom 
It's like I'm stuck 
I feel I'm cursed 
About to load the N9na 
Tech cause in a sec 
I'm finna be busting like 
Boom boom 

[repeat] 

[2nd Verse] 

Ninety-three 
She invited me 
To a party in L.A. 
So popular 
She introduced me to 
2Pac the next day 
She took me to this party 
In Beverly Hills 
Where me and Chris Tucker 
Couldn't get in 
Because of our ball caps 
And they was all about dollar bills 
She was a G 
And got us all in for free 
Ran into Pac again 
She talked about him so tough 
I knew she was cocking him 
But I never did hate 
Because I knew 
Heated sex 
Was our fate 
As I got clever 
And a lot better 
She started letting me and my boys 
Hit together 
Me and Pac hit the slot 
Now it's out in the open 
Didn't take long 
To make her get it on 
Came on strong 
And Thugs Get Lonely too 
Was our slogan 
She wanted me 
And Chino XL 
But he backed off 
And said that's hell 
He don't dip into every female 
Waiting to exhale 
With a 
Wet tail 
Wish I could be with baby 
Daily 
But I recall 
The Veteran Click saying 
Tech 
Don't turn a tramp into your 
Lady 
I don't know why 
I want this bitch 
She always dis and 
Won't let me 
Showcase my shit 
This bitch is driving N9na 
Crazy 

[Hook] 

You heard of Tech 
He's like the best 
He built his nest 
In the midwest 
And he be busting like 
Boom boom 
It's like I'm stuck 
I feel I'm cursed 
About to load the N9na 
Tech cause in a sec 
I'm finna be busting 
Boom boom 

[repeat] 

[3rd Verse] 

Fuck this 
I'm ready for 
One on one ruckus 
Still she like 
Don't touch this 
When I'm alone with her 
It's on 
When the bone hit her 
Get her 
Hoeing off in L.A. 
With my folks 
Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz 
L Q Max Key 
Hella knocking your back out 
Bitch 
Long strokes 
You a nympho 
Who the pimps though 
Me and Roger Troutman 
Had you at Juan Momma house 
Shouting 
Through the talk box 
You exhaust cocks 
And you ought not 
Ever get caught hot 
Why she always gotta have the vault lock 
Kinda mad when I really 
Thought back 
Me and Rza hit that ass 
On the video set 
Why did we hit 
Raw 
Bitch told us 
How she fucked 
Eminem 
Kool G 
KRS 
Monch 
Exhibit and 
All 
Type a niggas 
When Felony fucked 
He said 
What what what what 
I was next in line 
Right after he busted his 
Nut nut nut nut 
I heard 
My homey Rodney say 
She want me and Lynch to hit 
Sac and MO dick 
And she said she wanted it so bad 
Cause we so sick 
I saw you at 92.3 
The Beat 
With Jay-Z and Damon 
I know at times 
I'm hella complex 
But now Imma put it in lamens 
I wanna fuck you 
Not with Jimmy Jam 
Not with Terry Lewis 
Not with Quincy Jones 
Not with QD3 
Just me and you 
And Imma show you all the things 
That I can do 
Go platinum plus 
Get trapped in your lust 
So I'm hoping me and you can 
Bang bang 
I know you're a groupie hoe 
But I still 
Want your coochie though 
Before I go 
I want you to tell these people 
Your name 
Rap Game