Bad Sister

[Intro]
Alright
You've got the type
I've got the type (Alright)
You've got the type
I've got the type (Alright)
You bad, sister—
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You bad, sister—
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You bad, sister—
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You bad, sister—
You bad, sister— (I've got the type) You bad, sister— (Alright)

[Verse 1]
Early one morning I was laying in my heart-shaped bed
Red silk sheets over my head
My servant came running in, "Shanté rise"
"Yes, what is it?" I said, rubbing my eyes
"Listen up, there's a gang coming to town
They want your crown and they don't want you around
They hailed from the westies, three unruly chicks
Look at the time, they'll be here by six"
I stretched and I yawned, then it dawned on me
I was hungry, hmm, lets see
I'll have a hard boiled egg, no, make it two
And a tall glass of juice 'cause that's my crew
"But when these girls come, Shanté, they don't want to play"
No more delay, c'mon, it's such a pretty day
So I clapped my hands and dismissed her
Soon she'll understand Shanté's a bad sister

[Chorus]
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)

[Verse 2]
After breakfast, I picked out a red suede suit
Freshly made 'cause the girl gets paid
Then off to the tub, yo, its deep and it's wide
And just like every morning, he was waiting inside
Arms as big as trees, his aim was to please me
He grabbed the soap, got down on his knees, he
Rubbed me and scrubbed me right down to the bone
I was moaning and groaning, "Shanté, the phone!"
Damn, don't it figure, now who could this be?
Then I remembered those girls, it was one of those three
"We're coming to get you, Shanté, at six o'clock
So you better be leary or ready to rock"
Now normally when a crab wants to duel
I don't get upset, but I keep my cool
But she disturbed my groove so I dissed her
You silly bitch, Shanté's a bad sister

[Chorus]
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)

[Verse 3]
My limo pulled up at the club ready to battle
Shanté is ten to six, so I don't rattle
Or even break a sweat, 'cause I am here to get
One thing straight, it's too late to try to jet
That's what I said, then the music stopped
The first crab stepped up and got dropped
Oh no, one down and two to go
I stepped on stage and all through the show
I heard 'em cheer, a brother tried to touch my rear
Sorry dear, don't put your hands there
I know the pants are tight, don't they look painted?
I threw a hip and sucker number two fainted
Oh no, two down and one to go
I'll have you know the last sister tried to flow
She stepped on stage in a real hot mood
Dropped a rhyme, the silly crab got booed
Oh well, add three to a long list of
Hookers that tried to front on a bad sister

[Chorus]
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)

[Verse 4]
Petty rappers talking about defeating and beating
Riffing 'bout taking me out, I hope you're cheating
'Cause that's the only way you could take out Shanté
Because I don't play and I am here to stay
So hey, step aside, and watch a bad sister slide
Another dope freestyle into your face, I
Really prefer a battle, not a curve
'Cause once I serve, I rip her, her and her
Like a newspaper, I make you choose a taper
Shanté 'cause I don't catch a single vapor
So if you wanna know how much the girl's moving
I'll do a show in the park and get the squirrels moving
Or do a show in the zoo and make a monkey rage
You oughta know, you was there in your funky cage
With a smell stronger than a witch spell
I never fell, so why can't that bitch tell
That her and her friends are just another fad?
Don't get me mad or ask am I really bad
''Cause if you do, I'll wreck like a twister
And let you know Shanté's a bad sister

[Chorus]
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
You've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)
I've got the type (You bad, sister—)
You bad, sister— You bad, sister— (Alright)

[Outro]
You've got the type
I've got the type (Alright)
You've got the type