| Lyrics: | {*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 and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm o |
