| Lyrics: | (feat. Kain, Kokane, Mark Curry)
[Kokane begins stutter-singing the word
lonely]
[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis
out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
PD call
her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she zonin'
Tellin' me she's all
alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my
rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain't, the type to sit back and lose
focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more
bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but
quote this
Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'
Please believe it, we on top and
won't leave it
[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I
feel like I'm lonely
[Kain]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double
E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on
my arm you expect the same
And, extasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the
wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never
hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain
Cioffe the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the
hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music women son we standin'
in it HA!
[Chorus]
[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic, don't take
this for granted
I did then still do an |
