Текст песни P. Diddy f Loon, Marsha - The Saga Continues...
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Yeah [3x][Loon]Yo I`m a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoorNigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that`s right)It`s Bad Boy we don`t give a fuck about y`all (that`s right)Step in the room see the bitch come up out y`all (that`s right)I fuck with niggas but it`s something about y`all (uh huh)Actin like Loon can`t do shit without y`all (c`mon)I caught my menses in Benzes that out y`alls (yeah)See how it feel when your friends be without y`all (that`s right)I been doin it, coke I been movin itBefore you niggas thought of the block I been through with itKeep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishnessFrontin like you a hardware usin bitchYou hit the block, prolly lose your whipNiggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifixWatch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c`mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit[Chorus Marsha 2x]See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)Too slow can`t keep up, no, better run (better run)Don`t stop, what we gone too far (yeah)Don`t flop, what we just too large (oh)[P. Diddy]Let`s get, one thing clear (that`s right)Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c`mon)Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let`s go)Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)Still eat at Justin`s in Sean John velour (that`s right)Still humble (c`mon) and still want more (uh)Still hate war, still want peaceAnd I still can`t stand to see blacks beefiny`all still sleepin and we still eatinStill bring that heat, wilin out on the weekendsStill happy in black and don`t need a reason (that`s right)Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c`mon)Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve ‘n (yeah)I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakinHaha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)(C`mon)(Let`s go)[Chorus 2x][Loon]Aiyo, besides all the money and richesVideos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c`mon)But not me, I`m too cockyI love when the women scream “Hey Papi” (that`s right)I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c`mon)And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can`t stop meYou come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can`t top me[P. Diddy]Yeah I`m just a B-A-D (c`mon) B-O-Y (that`s right)Son we multiply, nigga we don`t dieNiggas frontin like we ain`t fly (say what)But nigga can`t name nothing that we ain`t buy (c`mon)Or we ain`t try, (that`s right) or we ain`t drive (yeah)The judge said “not guilty” and he ain`t lie (he ain`t lie)Niggas need a hit it`s to me they cry (c`mon)So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain`t live (yeah)C`mon, man (let`s go)[Chorus 4x][Marsha]We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makersNo- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain`t goin, we ain`t goin)They won`t stop (we ain`t gonna stop)No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makersNo play, Bad Boys on topThey won`t stop