Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do You Know?, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song No Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Do You Know? |
| Then, there are the times in my life |
| When I feel, trapped |
| Feel there’s, no way out |
| No escape |
| To be honest, I don’t know where my life is goin |
| Where I’ll end up at |
| I just don’t know |
| Verse One: Puff Daddy |
| I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice |
| Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began |
| Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest |
| Til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin |
| Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin |
| Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild |
| Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot |
| He dream, visualize, plot and scheme |
| Got the cream legally without the beam |
| Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8−5-0 |
| Jet black tint still, they might know |
| Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B |
| Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| Do you know where you’re goin to? |
| Do you like the things that life is showing you? |
| Where are you going to? |
| Do you know? |
| Verse Two: Puff Daddy |
| Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks |
| Heard she do backflips, for niggas who stack chips |
| Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo |
| Real G’s makin her back swell |
| Only givin head to those niggas who rapped well |
| Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints |
| Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more |
| Two bagged up, four went raw |
| Back of my mind countin up the big score |
| Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor |
| Sore from all the pain her body couldn’t ignore |
| So far from pure, rotten to the core |
| Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy |
| Hard to cope with, all these niggas and dope whips |
| With cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold |
| To bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice |
| In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on |
| Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on |
| Don’t understand they playin wit it |
| Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it |
| Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun |
| I’d release slugs black and bust back |
| See how these players love that, to the point where |
| I can’t take it, I’m a playa hater, I can’t fake it |
| I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself |
| And since I can’t be a player, wanna kill myself, trust |
| Chorus w/ variations |
| I been on this road for a long time now |
| At time it seems like the road is never gonna end |
| On this road there’s a lotta, hills and mountains |
| Peaks and valleys |
| Even a lot of potholes on this road |
| It’s never smooth, on the road of life |
| I don’t know where I’m going |
| I just know where I wanna end up at |
| Chorus w/ variations |
| Lord can you help me get there? |
| Please let me get there |