| Yeah
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| Its Bad Boy Baby
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| Neptunes
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| And we won’t stop
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| (I like that) 'Cause we can’t stop
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| Yeah
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| Let me tell you something
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| Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
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| I was on 1−2-5 and Saint Nich
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| Chillin’with these chick
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| Named Tondalea
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| Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
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| She wasn’t fond of players
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| Only wanted ballers
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| To spoil her
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| Six figures and camcorders
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| So what you trying to tell me dear
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| I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere
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| I just want to blow your mind
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| I’m talkin’literally blow your mind
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| My repratoir is Menage Trois
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| And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
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| And it ain’t no stopping this
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| I can’t help it I’m an optomist
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| And Ima make ya head bop to this
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| And at the end you gon rock to this
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| Now say my name
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| Its the D the I the D the D the Y The D the I the D It’s Diddy, (Hold Up) It’s Diddy (That's crazy)
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| It’s the D the I the D the D the Y The D the I the D Its Diddy, (Hold Up), It’s Diddy (Say What!)
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| Ay yo, I came in the door
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| I said it before
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| I never the ladiez hyptonize me no more
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| But, back to the manuscript
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| 'Cause I don’t think you can handle this
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| From New York to Los Angles
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| I think the whole world scandalous
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| I’m just trying to keep the candles lit
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| Make the party people dance to this
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| Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
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| Cause I came too far
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| For me to be bouswar
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| It’s a Bently to you, to me it’s a blue car
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| So Branson pass me a jar
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| Cause these cats done went too far
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| One phone call send two cars
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| And still get searched by security guards
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| I guess that’s what I have to do Take the game international
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| Now what you call me
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| (La La La La La La La La La La La La)
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| C’mon work it out girl
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| I’m trying to see you work it out girl
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| (La La La La La La La La La La La La)
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| C’mon work it out girl
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| I wanna see you work it out girl
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| Now hold up, stop, wait a minute
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| We don’t stop we rock cause ain’t a limit
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| My aim is winning
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| Got asian women
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| That’ll change my linen
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| After I done blazed and hit em But I just wanna rock wit you
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| And take it straight to the top with you
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| And do what I gots to do If it’s possible
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| Cause I ain’t trying to stop you boo
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| I got an agenda
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| Got on a ninja
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| One wheelin’and killin’it not to offend ya That’s when I met this chick named Brenda
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| Tender, her whole body bend like fender
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| So let me see you shake it girl
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| I just wanna see you shake it girl
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| For the return of the don
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| The world in my palm
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| My mom calls me Sean
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| But y’all call me
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| (La La La La La La La La La La La)
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| C’mon work it out girl
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| (La La La La La La La La La La La)
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| I wanna see you work it out girl |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diddy , by - P. Diddy. Song from the album The Saga Continues..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп