Bad Boys 3

(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
 (I can't live my, I, I can't live my)
 I can't live my, I, I can't live my
 I can't live my life this way)
 I went from niggas telling me I really shouldn't rhyme
 To dropping a classic album motherfuckers couldn't find
 Bad boy like Will and Martin in '95
 Bad boy, I'm Isiah Thomas in his prime
 Yeah, you know it's Mr. Lackadaisical
 Corny motherfucker but my voice sounds amazing though
 Shit y'all trying to do, we done done days ago
 Chilling in the desert, but you can tell The Bay's my home
 Ya my name is Step and I probably need like twelve of those
 Black Tee, A's fitted, chinos and some shell toes
 Been nice since I was wearing baggy ass girbauds
 Use to rhyme my shit on The Bart headed to the 'Sco
 All this time passed, feeling better than before
 Gone for a minute, falling off hell no
 I'm telling y'all that'll be the day that hell froze
 Ya I'm telling y'all that'll be the day that hell froze
 Check it, yo, motherfuck the police
 We the new Bad Boys, but that's a different story
 Groggsie might go he drinking 40 after 40
 But if I'm goin out I hope I'm going like I'm Kobe
 Wassup (yeah), man we look like rap Weezer
 But you think it's all hooks, bring back "Ether"
 Stunting all season, got to floss often
 Man I'm dressed like Carlton
 I'm the black Ben Carson
 Wassup, Jesus Christ had dreads so shake 'em
 I ain't got none cause I cut them off, that was dumb
 I had to do it like fuck it
 The white girls were always like, "Can I touch it?"
 Wassup, oh shit, break your neck
 This that Busta Bust '02 chase a check
 This that Belly shit, bald fade demand respect
 Balotelli shit, I got it but couldn't give two shits
 I can skate on this
 I stay on my p's and q's like I came from Fig
 Got it down to the T cause my name's legit
 Killing it since Motorola Razors paper thin
 Wassup