Spice 1 - Good Girl Goes Bad Lyrics

[Intro:]

Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

BLAOW! Y'know

I'm sure all you hustlers out there know

every rose got its thorns

Aha-ha

You know I gotta lil' some some

y'all probably dobe been thru before

If you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis

Peep game!

What you know about a, good girl gone bad, aha

I'ma lace you up wit somethin

I gave a nigga 8 G's to flip a half of thangs

Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the lucci

Bring the 13 back and add 500 to the pot

Get a ho from the Mexican homey, set up shop

Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's between her thighs

We can doublelise, be leavin me paralysed

I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, model style

and iced down during the draught season, ghetto smilin

In the back of my brain, my cock is goin insane

Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"

but she ain't new to this, she done her times befo'

Kick back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'

I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta fine ho

to kick start my cargo and die slow

If the good girl goes bad, I'd hate to do it

but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe tagged

The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her breasts

dreamin of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet

lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's next?

Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet

Shit blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to Midway

Where we was sposed to slang the YAY!

As she got off the plane looked at her ass kinda sad

Hope the girl don't go bad

[Chorus:]

If the good girl goes bad

If the good girl goes bad

If the good girl goes bad

Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash

If the good girl goes bad

If the good girl goes bad

If the good girl goes bad

I'm tryin ta get things I never had

We arrived at the Court about a quarter-to-8

She said she wanna go and eat some lobster and steak

I said "Hold on baby, before we continue

you know that's the little fuckin side of the menu"

She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, loosen up

I came to handle business, I don't come here to fuck"

Anyway, where your fuck's at? When they comin?

In a cue-ball 5, pulled up a tan woman

wit some niggas in the back of the car, another followed

Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and took a swallow

"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't gettin in there"

She said "I know, they came to make sure we're here"

We need to find a telly, put some food up in our belly

Take a shower and shit, call them fools when we're ready

In the low-key, we're in the cars switchin fo' lanes

Wit the windows tinted bout to go and slang me a thang

She was lookin at herself in the mirror wit lipstick

I'm thinkin to myself "30 G's wit one kick"

Got my mind on my money, all about the cash

Hope the girl don't go bad

[Chorus]

They hit the hotel lobby about 10:26 (26)

I told baby doll to go and give em the kicks (Give em the kicks)

I shoulda went wit her, I knew somethin was fishy

Gave them niggas straight flour and came back to kill me

Damn bitch, you did WHAT? She smirked and laughed

and said "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a badge

Said "Come and go with me", ho you must be loco

Baby talkin bout let's go to Acapulco

I was down for this shit she hit me with

Knowin she the Feds and all, wit her hands on my balls

Started huggin and kissin, even though she the Feds

Put my hand on her ass, she caught a slug in her ear

WHAT THE FUCK? They shot the bitch in the dome

I fell to the floor, pulled out the shotty chrome

Bustin at niggas, makin sure I get home (BLAOW!)

Caught up in mo' gangsta shit and I'm all alone

Tryin to smob out, wit the yay and the cash

Fools screamin out "Nigga, we gon' kill your ass"

Pulled the strap on the chauffer, jacked a limousine

Do what I gotta do to flee from the scene

[Chorus:]

The good girl went bad

The good girl went bad

The good girl went bad

Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash

The good girl went bad

My good girl went bad

The good girl went bad

I'm tryin ta get things I never had

[Outro:]

She went bad

I thought it was all good though

Game'll switch up on you quick, baby........

But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin

BOUT......

Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, Bossalini forever

Immortalised, BLAOW!