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Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house little garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama The diamond fellow, mami hello Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow Pull off your top make it shake like Jello DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor! Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! Well strip down! (work) Show me some more! (work) Is that all you got?! (work) You got to make me believe it girl! (work) C'MON NOW!! I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now you're braining it Lookin like your little sister came that painted it Slick, like calamari tentacles Staring at my chain |
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Wooo wooo Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la Hoooh Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la Hoooh Neptune tracks smoke like la la la Hoooh It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss I'm the shit You should come Hang wit' me Basically Hold up skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami I know my english ain't as modest as you like But come get some you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumb I bake the cake get two of them for one Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Ahhh I'll show you how to do this son Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden He patented his self the rap JFK You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis Then hop ya ass out that S class Lay back in that Maebach roll the best grass I ask Have you in your long legged life Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice Look but don't touch Muthafucka think twice 'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light To smoke that la la la Hoooh Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la la la Hoooh Memph Bleek always smokin' that la la la Hoooh It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss I'm the shit You should come Hang wit' me Hold up skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami We got brothers full of Arme' Mami's in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov' because they know dough When they see him which be European If you're a teen ten chances you're wit' heem him If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them them Sick with the pen nigga No physician in the world can fix him No prescription you could prescribe to subside His affliction He's not a sane man he's more like Rainman twitchin' You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo no headless chickens Can dead his sickness No Ouiji board You can't see me dog nigga you CB4 This ain't Chris Rock BITCH It's the Roc BITCH And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket Yao Ming Nawimean Still smokin' that la la la Memph Bleek still smokin' that la la la Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the forty five It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss I'm the shit You should come Hang wit' me Basically Hold up skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami Forget english talk body language I be all over mamis like body painters Pink diamond necklace strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself You're very sick Don't confuse me wit' Marbury out this bitch Run up on me at the light You could lose your life Muhfuckas must be smokin' they la la la with crack Forty five gun smoke choke off that Let's get back to the music I ain't with all that Plus the Feds tappin' my music ya'll get all that I'm THE public enemy number one Public enemy number two is my whole crew ROC And I ain't concerned wit' who like me Or who like you that's gay I ain't into likin' dudes no way But get a pen I can tell you pricks my plans for the future I'll never make the news again My man'll shoot ya As we Smoke that la la la Hoooh Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la la la Hoooh Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the forty five Hoooh It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby C'mon Excuse me miss I'm the shit You should come Hang wit' me Basically Whoa skip all the singin' lets get right tonight mami Well watch me now uhh Hoo Hoo C'mon Do you want me to do it Well watch me now uhh |
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| 4:54 |
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We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (haha) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on (yea) Just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go Hey girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer? I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me A thug is we then it's only two G I like the cocky bow legged ones Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians Shake it for Nelly son Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Everybody and their hootchies When you do it do it well {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Mama I like how you dance The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh) Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) |
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Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever |
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I've been wanting to explain to you what it is that you do to me Got me open I am so in love with loving you Touching places no one else has ever made me feel incredible When you touch me I feel sexy No one else like you Got me going off all the love you give me I'll be crazy to a love one to lead I love the way your hands belong over they Please dont say your gonna stop loving me oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh when your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh the way your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me I lose all control when you are here and baby it amazes me How could someone be so sexy and love like you do Baby do you understand the power that you posses over me can you take this feeling and I don't think I want to Got me going off all the love you give me I'll be crazy to a love one to lead I love the way your hands belong over they Please dont say your gonna stop loving me oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh when your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh the way your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me Its crazy how much i'm in love with you This some kind you love me the way you do Dont want no love but love but you Cus no one else has ever made me feel this good oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh when your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh keep giving your love to me oh the way your giving your love to me oh its like your making love to me making love to me making love to me making love to me making love to me making love to me me me |
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| 3:33 |
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I love niggas I love niggas Cause niggas are me And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo ) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love To all my Brooklyn (Niggas ) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah I'm on fire Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho - |
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| 3:55 |
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(Intro: Peedi Crakk)
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH! Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE! Okay, and Free, okay, yeah get wild lady Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama Get wild! Okay [Freeway] Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga! Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area! Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area! Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy [Chorus: Freeway] We rip crowds, whole lot of VOLUME and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the place GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake is all it takes to make her skate FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the block GET WILD (get wild) car keys and a little bit of cheese is all it takes to make her leave [Peedi Crakk] With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s) Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe) I ain't Hov', I just know what I know I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills I, can't deny how the mamis feel Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl P. Crakk and I ain't for play I got a mack that'll change your day Fall back, get your act in tact P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king And we.. [Chorus] [Freeway] Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group? Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof Up on her cell phone, 'Freeway got me in the squadder He a rider, from the block to the booth' I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done But let her spend the night, all night Cause the heat call me a liar She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state And travel across state, with things taped to her waist Mami wanna ride with pa Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch [Chorus] |
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| 4:31 |
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[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble This is somethin new Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$ I mean what do you mean, what do you mean This is only the beginnin (Doggystyle, Bad Boy) [Snoop Dogg] It's a quarter past one, but it feel like two Hey young Puff, what you want your big homey ta do? Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb Click, clack on you fags, now I'm back in the burbs I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve To get this money with my niggaz that bird the birds Word to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that) Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight I got a show I gotta do out in Miami tonight With some Columbian friends of mine Maybe we'll spend some time Choppin up some million dollar shit up outta crime a mine [Snoop Dogg - Chorus] - 2X And you don't quit Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit And you don't stop (*two gun shots*) nigga what? nigga huh? [Loon] Uh, yeah, Loon Niggaz act like niggaz ain't clap at nigga before Like Loon never punch nigga in the jaw Nigga quick too pop shit, never been in a war Nigga get on my hot chick, start bendin the law He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more He them grimey ass niggaz with the scent of a whore Tryin a scheme on a nigga, that's clean Think I'm gonna scream, but a Loon on some green nigga Infer red beam, malign nigga, splene know what I mean It's not a thing now (that's right) Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face With shit I couldn't do around Mase You better check my forte, Loon got all yahs On Broadway they givin nigga royal all day I ran through the game like Christian Foria How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me [P. Diddy] Come on now [Chorus] [P. Diddy - talking behind chorus] That's right C'mon, yeah Let's ride [Snoop Dogg] Shoot 'em up bang bang, yeah it's a cold thang Diddy want Doggy to get in my baby body man Diddy got it man, tryin a feel up his body man With a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*) A matter fact he gettin potty trained Livin with his momma man Stressed and pain, no gain No fame, for a nigga like the D-O Put a couple holes in your loud mouth zero If you step to us, she'll get fucked up quick We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away (P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch) When I pull out my nine and pop some times When you see my clique in this bitch we kickin it Dogg's be rippin this Slip a clip in it, flip the script and then I'm the rap nigga bangin that here (here) [Chorus] - 6X [Snoop Dogg - talking behind Chorus - w/ variations] Ride, ride ya'll Ride, ride ya'll Bad Boy II (Fuck the world) Ride on a nigga, like bang on a nigga - repeated until end [Female Voice - harmonizes with chorus until the end] [P. Diddy - talking] - w/ variations Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Doggystyle, Bad Boy It's just the beginnin motherfuckers Yeah, been doin this shit for decades .. [Snoop Dogg - talking] Bang, bang Ya don't quit Ya don't stop Pop, pop nigga (watch out, watch out) Shot 'em down, leave 'em on the ground for my homies Nigga be actin like hoes (*two gun shots*) |
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| 4:23 |
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Oh baby, I can't live with you I can't live without you {yeah} Live with you I can't live without you, babe {I like this} Oh babe, oh I can't live with you I can't live without you babe (Bad Boy baby!) {Bad Boy} (Uh, oh) {yeah, yeah! Let's go} I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff (uh huh) {yeah} Move ya bloodclot 'fore I cock the fifth! {uh huh} Had a bitch in my '03 six Had a hoe rockin' my red gold Cartier on her wrist, now Think about it while the streets you roam Fuck around, won't be shiiit in the crib when you get home I roll with Sean Combs (uh huh), I'm in Caprice {that's right} Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone {let's go} Bad Boy come through in the toy {Bad Boy baby} And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi Ooh {ohh}, y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent You'd rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabann' (now) {yeah} And what the fuck he on?! Stop your bloodclot crying 'fore these plates start flying {heh heh} I'm a Bad girl, illest bitch grinding {Bad Girl} Sean John Rolls hold chocolate diamonds, owww! {let's go, Mario} What am I to do, when you act a fool Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you Now baby that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue What you had in me, too fine to see And I don't really wanna be baby What's the reason you want me Girl the truth is you need me First you say that you trust me then you go and betray me Now I took all I can And I know I'm a good man God I wash my hands, make another plan Cos I don't really wanna stay bab |
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| 4:21 |
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she's got legs for days (For days) Green eyes that cut like a knife And her own little sexy sway No, she don't waste no time Moving to the floor (To the floor) And when she starts to move she had me Calling your mama saying you wanna go home Baby, tell me Why can't I have you Why you running girl I just wanted to love you I love you Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you But I guess you don't have time for me I want you Baby, I want you I want you Baby, I want you But I guess love don't love me, no It's ok to be scared Cause this girl is super bad She will probably be The best thing that you never had |
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Come on, a come on now This is what they wanna hear right here Come on, a come on now This is what they wanna hear right here Come on, a come on now This is what they wanna hear right here Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y, niggaz don't be that fly Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys Check it out, cause I been stackin dough Been mackin hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos Nigga you's a simp, cause your smack the hos (yeah) And lose your temper like John McEnroe Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon) Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right) Don't compare me to no boozy cat Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats Remember the time when I didn't use to rap You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past As far as the street, I already proved that fact Not to be rude, but I ain't in the mood for that Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained To drop the bomb, word to my mom Ya'll niggaz playin Yeah, Bad Boy Yeah, come on now Now what's your forte, chicks they all say That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways Pick your spot now, got you hot now Since you locked down, roof put the top down I know you eager to leave this hot town Know how you feel we can leave or not now First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now Walls got knocked down, when I laid my cock down Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round I can't believe that you screamin cop now Yeah, come on now Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic ([P Diddy:] That's right, +I Need a Girl Part I and Part II+, that's right) Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her) Cause everybody +Needed a Girl+ but who asked her You was scured, basically you wasn't prepared To gettin murried and havin a couple of chirls I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned About how nice your ice, or the money you earn I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s So you just start pullin on blunts, I've been high You just start visitin spots, I've been by And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly [P. Diddy] Come on now [Loon] Definitely real, (yeah) spend time in Beverly Hills (break it down) Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills I've got a debt to fulfill Front, I'm a definitely kill I might peel hole left of your grill With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me Niggaz keep frontin like Loon won't get dirty Relax your mind Yeah, what's the name Bad Boy, Yeah, let's go yeah, c'mon Bad Boy baby, yeah One God, one love, one family Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this I see you Loon [echo] Come on, come on now I don't think they heard you Tell 'em one more time Yeah, what's the name Bad Boy, YEAH Relax your mind Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop Cause we can't stop And we won't stop cause we can't stop Ya'll remember that Yeah it's still there, it's still there Ten years later .. Your our future Loon, let's go boy Let's go, yeah, let's go This goes out to Harlem I see you Harlem, that's where we from |
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| 3:45 |
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Baby don't, don't go. You know I need you so. Sometimes my pride gets in the way. I say things that I don't mean when I think your hurting me. I love you more and more each day, each day. I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't want, I don't want you to say goodbye. I didn't, I didn't mean to make you sad. Your the best love I ever had. And nothin', and nothin' goin' to tear us apart. And for this, and for this love we work so hard. And can we, can we try to work it out. I'm yours all yours with out a doubt. I know that living wit me can sometimes be unhappy but I really need you in my life, yeah. Cause every part of me you totaly complete. Remember to make me your wife? Please and... I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't want, I don't want you to say goodbye. I didn't, I didn't mean to make you sad. Your the best love I ever had. And nothin', and nothin' goin' to tear us apart. And for this, and for this love we work so hard. And can we, can we try to work it out. I'm yours all yours with out a doubt. Were only human baby, were gonna make mistakes boy I really need for you to forgive me. (I need you to forgive me). We can't let this love go. I love you more than you know. I really need for you to forgive me. (Forgiiive me...) |
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| 0:15 |
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| 4:39 |
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Out and about And I saw an angel come down from heaven Having the key of the bottomless pit And a great chain in his hand I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years See I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me) I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still I look out for tha one the knocks |
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| 0:7 |
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| 4:38 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-09-01
Subject : O.S.T. - Bad Boys II (Bad Boy,2003)
