Текст песни Total - Sitting Home(Remix)
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[Puff Daddy (speaking)] The man you`ve all been waiting to hear Check him out [Shyne] Let it be understood Bad Boy run this Brooklyn the A T they pump this Punch you in your head With this gun shit Y`all know I be on some dumb shit I`ma cold kill the niggas that air the block out And ten chiller broads that`ll wear your cock out Cost a half a mil That was me you seen hop out Stop playin, game over like a lockout Serious shit I`m the baddest Bad Boy, period shit Me and P-U-double-F in the 4 period 6 Knocking Total Carrying weight, flavor, no doubt [Pam] I`m getting tired being tired of your ways You haven`t come home or even called me today You don`t know the pain when I`m being alone I`m calling out your name when you`re not even home [Bridge] Cause I need you with me babe Can`t see you leaving me babe Cause I don`t know no other road I would go And I hope your feelings change Come bring your lovin` back to me So I can give you what you need and much more [Chorus] Sitting home waiting for you `Cause staring at these walls is all I do I try my best to be good to you But you`re never around when I`m in the mood [Kisha] All my friends think that I am a fool And since you have been gone I`ve been thinkin so too Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong We should stay together cause our love is so strong [Bridge] [Puff Daddy (speaking)] Shyne, talk to me one more time [Shyne] I think it`s only right I let it be known I was on some multi-platinum melody tone Shit `bout to bury me homes Carry my chrome Pencil bars, and Continental R`s Coincidental? Nah I was meant to do this My speeches, as a foetus Meet you at your zenith, you beatless I made one you liked, wait I`ll make tons You better off counting stars Than the ho`s that I make come Hot to death I ain`t talking rhymes I`m talking `bout this vest, tek And the ??cult recovery west?? From the better we ball BK to 2-5 Nigga Shyne and it`s too live Say you better nigga you lie want to be me, you can`t fit the shoe size Ho`s, room skies, young don from um, Brook-lyn, done, gone [Chorus]repeat till fade