| Lyrics: | (feat. P. Diddy)
[Chorus - P. Diddy]
Friday night everybody was
drinkin
And the house was screamin
And the bass was kickin
And it won't be long 'til
everybody knowin
That Loon was on the beatbox goin
Loon was on the beatbox goin
Loon was
on the beatbox goin, goin, goin (goin, goin, goin, goin)
["hey and "cha nana" are repeated
throughout the song]
[Break - Loon - talking - w ad libs]
(AHH!), uh, yeah, c'mon, uh,
uh, yeah, c'mon ... c'mon
([P. Diddy:] I like this right here)
Uh, bring me in close,
yeah
([P. Diddy:] ready? ready?)
Uh, uh, check it out, Bad Boy
([P. Diddy:] tell 'em,
talk to 'em)
[Verse 1 - Loon (P. Diddy)]
Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful
ladies (uh)
He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin Mercedes (yeah)
Blowin 'dro, you know,
vision was hazy (haha)
To the point where I'm thinkin havin a baby (c'mon)
Now shorty lookin
a nigga like he was crazy
Not my fault way shorty body amaze me (uh uh)
Swoll up, now ma
what's the hold up (c'mon)
She never imagine me and Diddy would roll up (we here)
We showed
up, drunk and 'droed up (haha, yeah)
Stunk and mold up, two Coupes and four trucks (that's
right)
Wrist is glowed up, got chicks that sold up (c'mon, uh)
You know cats with chips, my
clique got more bucks (that's right)
Oh shucks, she start gettin the picture
Three the hard
way, menage with her sister (haha)
Started off in the lobby when I kissed her (let's go)
As
far as Diddy, he probably already twist her (that's right)
[Chorus - w ad
libs]
[Verse 2 - Loon (P. Diddy)]
Now back to B, I gots to be fly
Blowin O for |
