Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Gon' Make It, artist - Diddy. Album song Press Play, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
We Gon' Make It |
Baby this is your last dance; |
you know how you do it |
There’s no nigga like you and there’ll never be another nigga like you |
Put your foot on these motherfuckers necks |
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em |
As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low |
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims |
Hard top six-four, I’m Diddy no tint |
I can’t hide in New York City |
I’m 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West |
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted on her breast |
I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it) |
Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted |
1990-Raw I showed you ice |
You ain’t know who Jacob was so I showed you twice |
When it was +All About the Benjamins+ I had two bezels on my arm |
Like a Don’s supposed to, Sean |
Ride with a chaffeur in Gucci loafers |
And switch to All Stars without losin focus |
These rap niggas hopeless (hopeless) you can change the locks |
But I’ma shine for niggas that ain’t know Big |
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, nowwwww |
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin |
I’m tired of feelin that the people are talkin |
I heard a rumor that things ain’t changin |
But Lord knows that we gon' make it |
Oooooooooooooooooooh |
The world famous |
As we proceed |
To give you what you need |
It’s been so long |
It’s been so real |
So magnificent, thank you |
Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big) |
And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs (take 'em out) |
If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef |
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby) |
Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief |
Other times I put «Life After Death» on and peep |
We ride (we ride) what’s a four door Bentley Coupe |
Without my nigga on the passenger side? |
And still I try (I try) to get money stay fly |
Finish the race, holdin my crown high (take that) |
I fly next to God, my eyes on the prize |
Been away a long time but now I’m reenergized |
(AS WE PROCEED) The life and times of a mastermind (c'mon) |
Dedicate every breath to claim my designs (it's mine) |
And the day I die, let a G4 fly |
And dump my ashes over N. Y |
Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name |
I told you I was gon' be great ma |
I TOLD YOU I WAS GON' BE SOMEBODY! |
Ohhh! |
Feel so good |
Feel so free |
Put your fists in the air, AOWWWW! |
I’m the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules |
And do what I do by any means (c'mon) |
Call him necessary, the great visionary |
Born extrordinary, a life legendary |
Who else put flows out, that put clothes out |
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out |
Nine-six Big showed me what to do |
But deep in my heart, this is «No Way Out II» (let's rock) |
I spend absurd money, private bird money |
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money (you know what it is) |
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard award winner |
New York torch gripper, O.G. |
of the floss nigga |
I’m seein visions like I did a bag of angel dust |
This is life when you black rich and dangerous |
I’m with God, I’ma live on forever |
Bad Boy for life bitch, nobody does it better (nobody) |
Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name |
I’m in the best shape of my life! |
Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name |
YEAH! |
YOU CREATED THIS MONSTER! |
IT’S SO INSPIRATIONAL, IT’S SO REAL |
BAD BOY BITCH! |
So there y’all have it |
Words from a wise, great King |
We love it when you speak the truth daddy |
Don’t ever stop, please |
Don’t ever stop |