Bad Boys Paroles

Who remember birthdays and stay home at night
The kind of man who walk away from a fight
A perfect man Mr. right (Yeah right!!!)
That's boring he's into Dr. Phil I'm into scoring
He pays the bills fix the house and fix the floor and
I'm into money cause it keep the liquor pourin
Crazy when I'm tourin, hey
I'm the type of man weh party nuff and sleep late
And live my life like it's a permanent state
I'm not di mushy type but my lovin is great
I'm di type of man yuh mama wouldn't waan see yuh date
But true yuh haffi have a man weh cook and wash palte
And yuh prefa have a man weh know fi mek yuh gyrate
We spend and dress flashy but dat's how we celebrate
Shorty love it cau she tell mi this straight

Chorus: (Tia Jean)
I got the fever for the, bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I got the fever for the, bad boys, now boys, now boys
I like the boys that got the caps real low Hey! Woman nuh waan a man weh too naggin
She love di type weh have di hype and wear him pants saggin
Di one weh have di hot girls in di club braggin
Man weh spend big and keep di tail flaggers waggin
Woman nuh waan a man weh too calm
Di girls dem love di man dem wid di rudeboy charm
See harin di club mi touch pon har arm
I could see it in her eyes that she wanna get it on
I went to get my coat amd she steppin out too
And this is what she had to say

Verse 3: (Tia Jean)
I need a ruffneck n**** that could put up a fight
Someone who always gotta have his way

Chorus: (Tia Jean)
I got the fever for the, bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I got the fever for the, bad boys, now boys, now boys
I like the boys that got the caps real low
And, G stack going just stepped out the pen
Wheel up and come again bad boys, bad boys, bad boys

Bridge: (Baby Cham)
She's got a man with a job
But she's willin to trade in for a man that will rob
She rather have a shotta yute weh live like a slob
Then being inna marriage wid some dude called Bob
Oonu hear weh mi seh
She's got a man with a job
But she's willin to trade in for a man that will rob
She rather have a shotta yute weh live like a slob
Then being inna marriage wid some dude called Bob

Chorus: (Tia Jean)
Bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I got the fever for the, bad boys, now boys, now boys
I like the boys that got the caps real low
And, G stack going just stepped out the pen
Wheel up and come again bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
Bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I got the fever for the, bad boys, now boys, now boys
I like the boys that got the caps real low
And, G stack going just stepped out the pen
Wheel up and come again bad boys, bad boys, bad boys

Bridge: (Tia Jean)
I can't get over it, no, I can't get over it
This is a true story, this is my true love story

Chorus: (Tia Jean)
I got the fever for the, bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I got the fever for the, bad boys, now boys, now boys
I like the boys that got the caps real low
And, G stack going just stepped out the pen
Wheel up and come again bad boys, bad boys, bad boys