| Lyrics: | [P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
[Black Rob]
Aiyyo, back on the
scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin' wild things
Whippin' something mean
The
whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour
When
we hit the sick, I'm the cure
We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain't nobody
botherin' you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
Immigration always sayin' I'm
harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story,
evening news
I'm the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe
D'Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin' for the loot to steal
He
determined
Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin'
I want my glory
Duke is not a
joke, and I ain't got ?
Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole intent
To rip shots and
give you 2OO percent
Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt
Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
Not only sayin' mine, but sayin'
theirs
That's cause my dawgs ain't there
Chorus: x2
The more hits we make, more
money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don't matter who's hot, who's
out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now
[Loon]
Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane
Tryin'
to get a little bit of stress off my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm
freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin' but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin' DVDs on
5O inch screens
So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please |
