| Eh yo what’s up playboy
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| Yeah, now I’m out here in Milan
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| I need you to come get wit' me aight?
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| Yeah, I got something I need you to do
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| Call up the rest of the crew
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| I’ll see you there
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| Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan
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| Went to get the package, got there it was gone
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| Hold on say word you got to be joking
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| Don’t worry about it dun I’m on the next thing smoking
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| Hit Bristal up on the speed dial
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| Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
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| It’s goin' down nigga round up the team
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| Im’ll head over here just to map out the scene
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| Ship them things in route to climb walls
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| Infrared vision ear plugs and all
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| Digital surveillance linked with laptops
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| Express mail it to me can’t ??
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| I’m splurtin' for certain Bris-pro working
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| Searchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin
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| From servin' here Rob certain I’m burnin'
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| On my way from Mt. Vernon
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| Swervin' a stretch bourbon
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| Identity of this man I look persian
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| Hey yo we gotta get him
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| I wanna know where they came from
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| Or who sent them
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| First nigga to find them better bend’em
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| Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine
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| Shit ain’t a game, and Sean feel the same
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| So y’all niggas betta get on point
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| Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
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| Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
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| Well let’s see how Rob B-O handles this one
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| Bad boys watch ya backs
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| Watch ya backs bad boys
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| Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six
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| I’m hoppin' outta shorty whip
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| I’m by the tel, across exxon by the shell
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| Sense of urgency on the cell
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| We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
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| We in a tight jam
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| Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
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| I touch down like two-thirty
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| If i was on you, your hoe’s and them cowards Im’ll do dirty
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| Still a commssion and we all equal
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| All lethal
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| Caught’em doin' dirt to the wrong people
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| It’s the family affair, I’m here
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| With all of me Im’ll deal with this one accordingly
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| Got the locations sittin' in the console pacin'
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| Get bagged murder be the case and
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| And I’m tired in jail
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| Even though through the riots I prevailed
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| Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed’em
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| I’m here for the fam thats there when I need’em
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| Yo, uh uh uh, hello
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| It gotta be the same cats
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| I can tell by they strange acts
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| When they mumble to each other
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| Like Milan they run for cover
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| New cuz this bitch that I fucked with
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| One thought I loved her
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| Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface
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| That’s a purpose
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| One of these faces, make’em nervous
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| Catch’em when they out for hamburgers
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| Turn they whole lunch into a murder
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| In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of
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| This shits big, the first thing to catch to where PD is
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| I’m on it, act like they want it
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| Im’ll bring the heat
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| Just let me know the place we plan to meet
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| And I’m in it sure as your heart beat
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| Yo I ain’t really tryin' to duck no strays
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| So watch what the fuck you say
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| It’s ya mouth that started the shit
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| Now you actin' all retarted and shit
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| Dog I came to play my part and that’s it
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| We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam
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| Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
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| Two lincoln LS Sedans
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| Fifteen hundred yards of saran
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| And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam
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| Yo, call Sean in Milan
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| Call Sean tell Sean we gone
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| We’ll meet him in Hong Kong
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| With two chicks both they thongs on
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| Mabe Ling and Kim Long
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| Both of them dead wrong
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| Two rich bitches the feds on
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| Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong
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| He’s found his self in a sticky icky icky situation
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| But you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boys
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| Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys
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| Heh, I’m bout to do Santa Dimengo
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| On a horse named Bingo
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| A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo
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| Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo
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| Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco
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| The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform
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| Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song
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| Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong
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| 'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
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| Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips
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| Talkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks
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| Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits
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| And fuck for dough like I give two shits
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| Wildfire call from Hong Kong
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| Hello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean Jean)
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| Hold up, some information was missing
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| I just got the same page from Bris
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| He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
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| Somewhere in the Florida sticks
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| It’s a set up
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| Tell the crew to keep their heads high
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| I’m gonna flip if any one of my mens die
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| We’ve been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?)
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| Let’s get back to the spot in NY
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| Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops
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| Hit both the hot locks
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| Let’em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks
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| So we sent two teams to rush both spots
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| Ha yeah!
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| Suited up ready to dumbs out
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| Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out
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| Hey yo yo hold up stop the music man heh heh
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| Y’all niggas is crazy I was only joking man
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| I just wanted to see if my family was on point |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where's Sean?, artist - P. Diddy. Album song The Saga Continues..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп