Say Goodnite to the Bad Guy — текст песни (Drunken Master)

[Drunken Master]
Uh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Drunken Master, what-what.

Yo, I`m `bout ta fuck yo` head like Stevie Wonder with the clippas
(Yeah, yeah.) Drunken Master, mobbin` like a real nigga
Representin` wit` that hardcore rap shit
You ain`t feelin` me? Meet me on the `Lac, bitch
And we can blaze up a sack of the sticky-green medicine,
take ya places ya neva been
`cause I`ve been around the world without a doubt
doin` shit the average nigga dream about
Deep in the game like pussy on prom night
Livin` in the last days, tryin` ta get my mind right
Game tight, ridin` wit` the Outlawz
Playin` bustas to the left like a Southpaw
Straight ridin`, strictly Eastsidin`
Mobbin` wit` my dogs, livin` like hogs, nigga
Chedda chasin` wit` five on the blaze up
`Bout to get my wait up and stick the whole state up

[`Scarface` samples]
You don`t have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like
me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin` fingers and
say `That`s the bad guy.` Say goodnight to the bad guy!

[Drunken Master]
Niggas gamble wit` they life when they violate the zone
of a desperado hustler, tryin` to get my grind on
Stayin` focused with my mind on them chedder chips
Livin` well but tryin` to get that better shit
like a candy-coated hummer wit` the drop-top
Beatin` up your block, bumpin` underground `Pac
Ballin, on the road to the riches
Never stallin, voice mail full of record labels callin`
`cause they know a nigga` gifted
but fuck fame. The niggas got the game twisted
Gettin` lifted, representin` Shadyville
Drunken Master, soldier in the feel
Shit is real. Write it down and remember
Number one contender, cold as December
Never sober, ridin` `til it`s over
Mixtape soldier, I told `cha

[`Scarface` samples]
Hey, FUCK YOU, MAN! WHO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER?! ME! THAT`S WHO!
WHO DO I TRUST?! ME!! (ME!! ME...)