Bad Bwoys

They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them a fire bomb,
so they stay quiet
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them one shot
Because what they sing is not true, and...

They say they're tough guys when they're in a group
but when they're at home, they wear skirts
they say they're tough guys if they're with their crew
They have no class, no style, just pure nonsense
Seems to be the new trend,
Covering themselves in silk to keep pretending
Seeking fame in others' glory
Talking about ghetto life without a damn clue
So pay attention to the new school
They must know that here, if you snooze you lose
If they act tough, get ready for the scene
Because with the fake tough guy act, they won't fool anyone
They talk about killing, act like assassins
Speak of violence due to their lack of style
Dream of girls and sports cars
And their teeth haven't even grown in
That's why I say, I laugh at their gang boy act...
They're damn cowards pretending to be tough guys
And can't handle the pressure
They look for trouble and when things heat up, they back down

[Chorus]
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them a fire bomb,
so they stay quiet
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them one shot
Because what they sing is not true, and...

[Jagan]
(Verse sung in French)

[Chorus]
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them a fire bomb,
so they stay quiet
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them one shot
Because what they sing is not true,

I can't stand this situation anymore
I observe people and see confusion
The new school only thinks about competition
Kids play at being tough guys
I give them one shot, they can't handle pressure
They sing and talk about things they don't understand
They have no style, they don't know, they can't
Better start training,
and find a solution, if they still can
Do they understand?
That's why I come on a mission
Because bad boys who are not from the hood ask for respect
And we'll give them one shot so they stay quiet...

They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them a fire bomb,
so they stay quiet
They say they're bad boys, but can't handle pressure
Bad boys, not from the hood
They ask for respect, and we'll give them one shot
So they stay quiet.