p diddy fred
bad boy baby ooooh
we the last standin’ check the records da band baby
check the score
da band the next generation of bad motherfucker come on yeah yeah
babs aka babs bunny p diddy
yo i’m back and i’m hittin’ ’em hard
tits don’t sag i dont need no pushup bra haha
bitch you mad babs got a brand new car yeah
drop top in the hood i’m the ghetto superstar come on
breathe pop bottles and roll up weed yeah
bab’s strong arm bitches like i’m hercules
you got a problem uh come see the girl i’ll solve’em that’s right
big belly bitches we starve ’em let’s go come on
niggas in the hood we rob ’em whenever they flossin’
better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin’ ahh
you a thug why you keep on talkin what let’s get it crackin’ come on
get a bitch stomped out in the club i make it happen
i got this diddy done let me out yeah
hot chick spit sick when i open my mouth come on
my year now so you girls betta leave this bad boy
me and my people comin’ and we rollin’ six deep we won’t stop yeah
w last two lines of babs ness
all i hear is bad boy this and bad boy that
this bad boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
ness aka elliott ness p diddy
i’ma changed man since i made the band
nobody gave a damn no one gave a hand uh uh that’s right
made man made the band wave ya hands
rocks in the watch i think i’m bout to blaze the band whoooo
elliot ness you know i’m here to save the land
don’t try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran whoo
go somewhere and be a maintnence man a janitor
dog don’t blame me blame ya manager
keep ya hands out my pockets nigga
franchise like i play for the rockets nigga
who shot ya biggie smalls pac ya nigga who shot ya
ready to die all eyes on the project nigga yeah
you stocky i put somethin’ in ya biceps niggas
i can’t help it i’m a violent nigga silence
you fuckin wit the wildest nigga
that chain fugazy you ain’t stylin’ nigga
w last two lines of ness choppa
all i hear is bad boy this and bad boy that
this bad boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat
choppa aka young city p diddy
there he go hoppin’ out the g5 wagon
gcoated ree’s baud’s and tee’s swaggin’ choppa let’s go
runnin’ game on ya bitch ya boy’s a pimp
i need a bitch wit no type of common sense that about it hahaha
if you bout it then throw it up
got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
now that’s gangsta don’t make me spank ya
you run in that water now ya life is in danger yeah
ride wit the underworld that keep bangers
niggas that be off that frail them beef bringers bad boy baby yeah
picture a nigga tryin’ to carry me
it won’t happen i won’t let you niggas worry me uh uh
i’ma stay thugged out til they bury me yeah
when they do i can’t wait to see barry b
i’ma dirty south nigga from the dirty streets
get crunk get buck get the fuck off ya feet
w last two lines of choppa fred
all i hear is bad boy this and bad boy that
bad boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because
4 fred aka miami p diddy
best believe these dudes ain’t never kill nuthin’ come on
i’m fred you want him dead put some bullets in his coffin
lord forgive me but these niggas is playin’ wit the boss man yeah
you don’t wanna get in the trunk you gettin tossed in come on man
i’m the type you squeeze tight and you bring your cousin’ yeah
man homeboy that’s y’all man let’s go
man i got it all planned diddy fathered the game i’m here baby
i’m bad but not a boy i got a part of his name let’s go
and homie i see you slippin’ then it’s off wit ya chain
yo head harder than wood then i’m sawin’ yo brain yeah
a don i mean what i say and i say what i mean mean it
i eat shit and sleep yeah i lay wit them things hahaha
bad boy wit universal so don’t play wit the team
ness fred bad boy so don’t play wit the team holla
choppa fred bad boy so don’t play wit the team holla
babs bad boy so don’t play wit the team holla
fred da band da band
puff da band 00
fred fire fire
puff too hot for tv
fred too hot to hold in the headphones this time
puff too hot to hold to cold to fold come on and now
fred give my man diddy the throne and don’t play wit the king
puff i’m here baby miami choppa city babs sara dylan ness
fred fire yeah
puff and we won’t stop
fred da band fire
puff yeah
Artist: Bad Boy S Da Band
Year: 2003
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 577