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[Okay class, now as you know...] [Verse 1: Debonaire] Excuse me... nah, fuck all that! The motherfucking Poison Clan is up for bad I'm Debonaire, the devil's dad Everybody take a seat, get your pen and pad Very good, doing excellent so far Now it's time to begin the seminar Today's teacher is Deb and J.T Lesson #1: A nigga must be a real bad influence, I mean funny Turn a good kid into a schoolyard bunny Make him steal cars from (???) Maybe even sell it so cheap for Benz's And buy him a couple of keys and make the sales Get the fast money, get in and out of jail I got it good, that's the way I am I'm too rude to say "yes man, I give a damn!" about a parent or guardian since Debonaire is a real bad influence! [Chorus:] (Bad son of a bitch!) ---> Scratched by Mr. Mixx [Verse 2: JT Money] Check it out, call me a bad influence also And to tell the truth, you should all know SongtexteBut still, take my advice And go play dice, hijack a heist Be a criminal, an ice cold (?) And try to play with the rifle and shoot the police Be rich, you got to be sharp as a knife, spoiled rotten I don't give a damn about life, I got a baby by a baby, talk with a gauge But they couldn't do nothing cause I was underage So yo, you should never ever have fear, cause they can't front when you're in your juvenile years And besides, you couldn't even try that shit You're a bad motherfucker if you can deal with this And turn nice school boys into a group of thugs This'll strangle your brain, cocaine is a worthy drug And that's all over if you've been convinced - JT's what you call a bad influence! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Debonaire] Niggaz admired me once I spoke For advice you can tell the folk Any brother on the block will be a hood Sell dope on the corner, not to be good Parents be wanting kids to be nerds But Debonaire says that's for the birds Like give 'em a job, work hard for food (???????) Drop out of school, get a G-E-D Get on welfare, cause that's (?) free Besides, none of that tax or income Just like me and (?) might think 'em Stupid or ignorant you must be jealous Parents never mean the words they tell us The ones I admired ever since I've been a real bad influence! [Chorus] [Verse 4: JT Money] What the hell is a natural hide, that's fiction Believe us, they call (?) You gotta be trippin' of a sense of bud Speed on crack, that's word to my mother You can't work boss, don't like consequences Jump off roof, climb on the fences Too late to straighten up, cause you're through it If smoking crack makes you feel good, do it Start with a little butter, ain't about nothing Say no to drug campaigns cause they be frontin' Thinking you stupid, they just playing as well Because we know, they want all the drugs for themselves So to hell with them and people you gon have to quit I'll bank all those, who smoke the shit Start robbing old people and things of that sort Cause ain't shit illegal until you get caught And it's alright if it's a sin JT is what you call a bad influence! [Chorus] (Thanks to P.C. for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania