paws Something bad is happening in Oz: ELPHABA Something bad? Happening in Oz? DILLAMOND Under the surface Behind the scenes Something baaaaaaad: (spoken) Sorry: "Bad
wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' Others say they're bad, but they
I?m pissin? on the walls People grippin? new cars checkin? out a few bars They see me come in side, step a few yards I?m like a bad man, holdin? out
dreams Thunder on the mountain, heavy as can be Mean old twister bearing down on me All the ladies in Washington are scrambling to get out of town Looks like something bad
took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took off her bra Took off her pants You know that I saw A wick-wick-wack (
fell in love with a Mexican girl Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina Music would play and Felina would whirl Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina Wicked
as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever,
for dollar, No me boss it coulda something else Now the dancing getting sorta outta hand pure provocative and I can tell She go crazy fi the Bad Man music
fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample. We them cats talking noise behind that New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad
, and they'd sing like doves dancing with broken wings with a music for a king "It didn't mean a thing" There was a loneliness, they would confess like the world had gone bad
they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black I'm brown From the Boogie Down Productions Of course Our music be thumpin' Others say their bad
finesse and andre the giant Here to get funky for you and yours tonight. so just about now, Won't y'all brothers come to the stand and kick something
. One night when I was shaking, And I definately wasn't faking, I was lost in a trance, Doing my own dance, My girls on my side, Were concentrating on the music
gone... I'm gone! [Verse 1: LeCrae] I know when you hear this beat it sound like something to step with But morals and music you want them separate Like garnish on the side something
