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"Bad Intentions" (Super ugly!) 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 shit goin down It's a lot of bitches, 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 dickin y'all Keep your face down (ooh), keep your ass up (ohhh) You know what your doin (ooooh), keep that shit movin (yeah) Keep them titties jumpin, keep the Henny comin Every bitch in here need to be touchin somethin I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc? [Chorus: Knoc-turn'al] I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight west-coastin Bitches puttin ass in motion, pussy poppin, sex promotin Got a car? [Raise it up] Got a blunt? [Blaze it up] That's your bitch? [On these nuts] Really I don't...[Give a fuck] 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, fuck and never call back Pack women in the club until it's pitch black Thugs on their block wonderin where their bitch at Where you think nigga? She with the Aftermath Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath No talkin, fuck how your day go You want dick (yeeeaah!), will bitch 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!)