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(P. Diddy)
The year 1987 star is born the place Harlum thats were we from the home of hustlers and money makers his name Loon its your turn now kid show em what you got young party and heartless young Markus this bad boy we givebirth to mother fuckers like this destness for grateness the legucy continues show em what you got |
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| 4:26 |
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Baby Boy,baby Loon It's your turn now,Kid Show 'em what you got I be a young handsome cat , same color chocolate Same nigga pop shit , same nigga got shit Loon ain't no lame ,Loon never gossip Nigga Loon to gain 'cause Loon got some hot shit Sick of you cats screamin' I block shit I done sold numerous drugs and do the block six Look at me now , I pull up in a drop six Bitch on your block lookin' my watch and she got sick Lookat her now all up in the cockpit Rollin' my windows up to get a kid's hot quick Loon is a pimp , trick ain't the topic Nigga, you do the shrimp , trip to the tropics It's not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese like I blow my trees The whole world know what I need A girl that'll curl my toes for me How u want that Tell me how u want that How u want that Daddy, how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need How u want that Tell me how u want hat How u want that Tell me how u want that Daddy ,how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need in my life Mass-confusion Party with Puff last conclusion Grab shorty there with the hair, ass is huge and Lips is juicy , way she move her hips so loosely Critical curve , see and through furs Curious , so I wanna see if it's hers Delirious,so I had to see if it's hers (It wasn't me) I'm in touch with the song, me and my words You ain't gotta flip the script , kick me to the crub I was just checkin' u , wasn't disrespectin' u Lips are sexual , why your friends protectin' u Baby girl , I know you're far from a slut I know the difference between a car and a truck I'm not dumb nigga U had this young nigga scarrin' u up U nat a dumb nigga So let's thake it from the car to the club And the hit to the bar and get a bottle of bub and have fun, nigga How u want that Tell me how u want that How u want that Daddy, how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need How u want that Tell me how u want hat How u want that Tell me how u want that Daddy ,how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need in my life Have a little small chat , small huddle Time to make more money than trouble And we all hungry and hustle And we all humble But together we got more muscle And we got dough, nigga ,me and P., we hot yo Make a Hip-Hop show look like a Rock show For Jesus Christ , nigga , where did the Ros' go Want the world to see, so we keepin' them tops low Roscoe , keep it on my left for Brosco Drop dog, get the illest cat with the hot flow Watch a pro , try to grow him a snot nose I pity the fool , never touched Cesar's cool So u can't hang with Diddy and Loon The all-star P.Diddy was coll Got more broads than u and any nigga in your crew, Bad Boy How u want that Tell me how u want that How u want that Daddy, how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need How u want that Tell me how u want hat How u want that Tell me how u want that Daddy ,how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need in my life How u want that Tell me how u want that How u want that Daddy, how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need How u want that Tell me how u want hat How u want that Tell me how u want that Daddy ,how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need in my life Bad Boy ,baby The legacy continues We won't stop, yeah And another one And another one West Coast How u want that Tell me how u want that How u want that Daddy, how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need How u want that Tell me how u want hat How u want that Tell me how u want that Daddy ,how u wanna give it to me A Bad Boy is what I need in my life. |
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| 3. |
| 3:23 |
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(*Female voice: harmonizing*)
[Intro - P. Diddy - talking] + (Loon) + [Female voice] [Ha ha], yeah, see'mon [ha ha] Yeah, see'mon [ha ha] (Uh yeah), (*laughing*) see'mon, yeah, see'mon [*Female voice: "ha ha" is continued throughout*] [Verse 1 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Haha haha ha, check out the bazaar Chicks stay showin me love like "muahh" Bad Boys are (that's right), quarter million car (yeah) Loon done caked up, you rollin with a star (that's right) A rich kid, that tote the biscuit (uh, see'mon) With European chicks on my way to the district (yeah) Witness I went from misfit, to givin away gifts to kids on Christmas (let's go) "What you a thug", never that you wrong (what? uh uh) The smoothest gangsta to ever make a song (that's right) Won't take long (uh), that's why my cake long And through all the pain, I remain to stay strong (uh huh) Most dudes but get they save-ons (what?) See the nigga Loon, want to get they blaze on (that's right) Play on, get tapped like sagon (uh) Cause nigga Loon been a Bad Boy since day one (yeah, let's go) [Chorus - Trina] + (P. Diddy) - w/ ad libs I just want to roll with you daddy (do what you like) Serious, can I go with you daddy (do what you like) I just want to be a bad girl (do what you like) I just want to make ya toes curl (do what you like) Now can my friends come with me (do what you like) You know Monica and Nikki (do what you like) I just want to be on ya team (do what you like) I just want to make you scream (do what you like) [Verse 2 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Yo I testify, I can't lie I respect ya mental But it's not that detrimental (that's right) Sex is simple (c'mon) and Loon get enough of it (that's right) Chicks I hit leave my room and be lovin it (*laughing*) Dro keep puffin it (yeah), got chicks that Puff'll hit So sit back, realize who you fuckin with (that's right) A true player, mack nigga with mood (c'mon) Loon been gettin stacks way back since the ruler (woo) Rick the ruler (yeah), ice game was cooler (uh) Caked up before "Jacob was the jeweler" (*laughing*, yeah) Ma these other dudes'll fool ya Have you in back seat, givin nigga medulla What you need is a old schooler That'll show you the game, like Don Shula (fo sho) Young Marcus, young, pretty and heartless (I see you) Niggaz could talk shit, I run with Diddy regardless (that's right) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Yo what's the word, Loon lookin for bird (uh) Just heard the words, I'm comin 'round the curb (woo) It's absurb, this nigga draggin the fur (yeah) And on top of that, "yo who the fuck is her?" (who that) Bodacious, type make sexy faces (c'mon), plus likes sexy places (uh uh) Kinky spots, like a bikini to pop (yeah) Rough sex, make it steamy and hot (ha ha) I can't lie, Bad Boy be ballin (that's right) Rollin with this shit, dog they keep callin (keep callin) What's wrong with that, nigga you got a jack Every five minutes flat, ringin off the rack (*phone ringing noise*) You sling crack?, nah nigga I rap (never) Been eight years since a nigga done did that (c'mon) Oh that's phat, and I appreciate that But you worst then them hoes dog, so please fall back [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - P. Diddy - talking] Do what you like You can do whatever you want to do girl It's alright with me, yeah (*fade*) |
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| 4:18 |
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[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now [Loon] This is what they wanna hear right here [P. Diddy] Come on, a come on now [Loon] This is what they wanna hear right here [P. Diddy] Come on, a come on now [Loon] This is what they wanna hear right here [Chorus - Loon] Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y, niggaz don't be that fly Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys [Loon] Check it out, cause I been stackin dough Been mackin hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos Nigga you's a simp, cause your smack the hos (yeah) And lose your temper like John McEnroe Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon) Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right) Don't compare me to no boozy cat Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats Remember the time when I didn't use to rap You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past As far as the street, I already proved that fact Not to be rude, but I ain't in the mood for that Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained To drop the bomb, word to my mom Ya'll niggaz playin [Chorus (starts with "girl" instead of "yo")] [P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus] Yeah, Bad Boy Yeah, come on now [Loon] Now what's your forte, chicks they all say That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways Pick your spot now, got you hot now Since you locked down, roof put the top down I know you eager to leave this hot town Know how you feel we can leave or not now First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now Walls got knocked down, when I laid my cock down Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round I can't believe that you screamin cop now [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [P. Diddy - talking behind chorus] Yeah, come on now [Loon] Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic ([P Diddy:] That's right, +I Need a Girl Part I and Part II+, that's right) Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her) Cause everybody +Needed a Girl+ but who asked her You was scured, basically you wasn't prepared To gettin murried and havin a couple of chirls I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned About how nice your ice, or the money you earn I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s So you just start pullin on blunts, I've been high You just start visitin spots, I've been by And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly [P. Diddy] Come on now [Loon] Definitely real, (yeah) spend time in Beverly Hills (break it down) Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills I've got a debt to fulfill Front, I'm a definitely kill I might peel hole left of your grill With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me Niggaz keep frontin like Loon won't get dirty [Chorus - 2X] [P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus] Relax your mind Yeah, what's the name Bad Boy, Yeah, let's go yeah, c'mon Bad Boy baby, yeah [P. Diddy - talking] One God, one love, one family Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this I see you Loon [echo] Come on, come on now I don't think they heard you Tell 'em one more time [Chorus - 2X] [P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus] Yeah, what's the name Bad Boy, YEAH Relax your mind Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop [P. Diddy - talking] Cause we can't stop And we won't stop cause we can't stop Ya'll remember that Yeah it's still there, it's still there Ten years later .. Your our future Loon, let's go boy Let's go, yeah, let's go This goes out to Harlem I see you Harlem, that's where we from |
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| 4:19 |
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Oh yea oh yea (it's ur turn now kid) Bad boy [chorus] I want a woman thats down for me I want a woman that'll take care of my body [loon] I want a woman that'll wash my hair Someone whos always there I want a woman that'll show me things Someone to fullfill my dreams Settle down wit be my queen Shes the only one for me [verse 1] Yo ebony complexion, came in my direction Eyes made connection, body was perfection And got a smile that will light ur life up She make a thug put the guns and knives up Defenitly the type of chick u wife up Tennis skirts and nike up, throwin the bike up 1100 ducatti, aint as fine as her body Dont believe me, should have been at the party U can tell wheter not was her hobby The way niggas act, u would think j.lo in the lobby Or, maybe beyonce maybe ashanti The way i feel ma i need a fiance The type of love that will last foreva Not a chick thats around just for half my cheddar Wanna play wanna laugh together Even flash together, and girl u can get the cash wheneva (yeah) [chorus] I want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do) I want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body) I want a woman that'll wash my hair (ohh yea) Someone whos always there (always there) I want a woman that'll show me things (ohh yea) Someone to fullfill my dreams (my dreams) Settle down wit be my queen Shes the only one for me [verse 2] Uh..yeah..uh..yo..yo When it comes to sex, im similar, to the thriller In manilla, they call me young marcus im heartless But baby girl im on a whole notha plateau After i taste u i'll hit from the back slow U can get it from the back mo Until u hit a nigga back whoa It was a fight tonight, im going out like mike tonite I might bite tonite, u got a right to like Wateva u want, tonites the nite We gon be rite tonite, bottles on ice tonite Teddy p barry white tonite (keep going) Cause i adore you, and thats the reason why i spoil u Foot massage body rub with the oil I knew i wanted u first minute i saw u And i was lucky to find a woman thats loyal (lets go) [chorus] I want a woman thats down for me (oh yes i do) I want a woman that'll take care of my body (my body) I want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair) Someone whos always there (and i'll wash urs to) I want a woman that'll show me things (show me things) Someone to fullfill my dreams (baby baby baby) Settle down wit be my queen Shes the only one for me [verse 3] Uh yea come on uh yo ay yo Ay yo the things that u showed me, the way u consoled me The way that u used to hold me might have moled me To the man that u see in the flesh I promise you, i could neva be like the rest Treat u like my moms, as far as the way that i love her Feelings im feel inside like the day that i hugged her Open up the door, i help her out with the bags Car get dirty, i help her out the jag Folks get flirty, i help em out with the mag I aint lyin, im in love wit u bad Cause u something i neva had, something i wanna lose Something i gotta have, its nothing for me to choose But still i hope that i love get perfected Even thou on the low it get hectic Feelings we share dont need no correction Let me be ur angel and i'll be ur protection (mario talk to em) [bridge] Girl wont u take my hand (ohh) i'll help u understand (oh baby) This could be love (oh yea) ohh this feels like love to me Thats why u need to kno (to kno) oh please dont let this go (dont go) I need ur love (ohh) oh (ohh) girl give ur love to me [chorus] I want a woman thats down for me (oh i do) I want a woman that'll take care of my body (ohh my body) I want a woman that'll wash my hair (wash my hair) Someone whos always there (oh baby baby) I want a woman that'll show me things (oh show me things) Someone to fullfill my dreams (fullfill my dreams) Settle down wit be my queen (ohh baby) Shes the only one for me I want u baby i need u lady I love u baby sweet sexy lady I want u baby i need u lady Oh come to me come to come to me.... |
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Uh yea uh yea come on uh
Yo how im gone forget my muscle I just had to switch my hustle n try to make hits to crush you dance like Nipsey Russel n have puff doin the hustle I do what I must do I keeps my shits consistent I keep my listeners listen my rocks be glistening I come through blocks be hissin (sss) but niggaz cant stop my mission my main intention is to make niggaz pay attention I don't wanna call my hench men I got some French men to come through n put some French in or Muslim to burn nigga body like incense if loon die wolves come out like n make niggaz hard to find like moon pies if u wise nigga you'll move like two pies then to stand here n look in loon eyes [Chorus] This aint funny so dont you dear laugh im just another brother das out to get cash the colder the street is to hold ya own if u smart then u neva got to hold no chrome. This aint funny so dont you dear laugh im just another brother das out to get cash the colder the street is to hold ya own if u smart then u neva got to hold no chrome. [Verse 2] Now this verse I feel I owe you tryna get dough I show you even if I don't know you tell u couple things I go through n maybe you can get some dough too just spit yavocals n do this shit tone n puff do or get the nigga work to pro to I chose a local nigga das proly broke to so this way a nigga could blow to I beg to differ you the type the nigga the bread get thicker top ah that nigga head get bigga go head then nigga you don't know where you headin nigga last year you was a beggin nigga neva said that nigga was even close to be breadrin nigga you got a plan then get ya bread than nigga I fed you nigga just like moses when I led you niggaz I could see why niggaz dread you niggaz uh. [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ha ha ha neva find dat funny (why) girl you know I works hard for my money (hmm) you callin me a thief please don't even try it find ya groupy ass a seat n be quiet she almost got cut short you know scissors for stuntin on that kidd who neck look like lizard that young Harlem nigga who likes out exquisite n all the young ladies can wait to come visit (Loon) I stay on ass like sassune mansion wit 22 rooms n cancun handsome I keep the girls glancing and dancing prove to rock when 1 blow my advancement neva alone either home or romancing nigga get in the zone when im rollin my brasin yo chances of you getting this shit is no chance you betta get a drink n go dancing. [Chorus] |
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Yea check it out uh yo Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some shit n im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical shit so I grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O shit this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had to flee this shit is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest 1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is bananas my one plan was to hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up knowin u bout to get shot the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died right on the stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck the pigs I don't own no shovel. What the fuck? Now all that bullshit I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real bull shit man this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but Ima ride this shit out man cuz I'm a motha fuc'n bad boy.
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(Tammy) Nothing, nothing, Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no noting, nothing, Can’t ever come between us, [Uh yea cant nothing] There’s a reason why were still in love, [Coz what we got] Can’t nobody ever break us up, [Uh] They should no nothing, nothing.. [Uh] [Loon] Yo, Yo can’t nothing come between me and my queen me and my team, Me and my dreams are getting as green, I went from flippin them things, Crippling triple beams, Dippin in different things, By any and all means I seen, Lot-a hatred a lot-a fake shit, But I knew, that me and you boo we always make it and we do, Through stormy weather, through all endeavours, through all vendettas, Together it’ll all be better, What’s the sense of having all this chedder? If a nigga can’t spend winter, spring, summer, fall together, Born for ever, against the war whatever, But I’m the one that you can call whenever I’m yours forever, {Chorus} Nothing, nothing, Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no noting, nothing, Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, (Were Still in love) Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no nothing, nothing.. [Loon] Uh, Now you was there when the guns was bustin, When the blood was rushin, 3 shot, 2 dead, 1 concussion, through it all you aint 1 for nutin, I was on the hunt for nutin, Talking full lymph front for nutin, Chicks wanna give me dough for nutin, When I cudda bin home or sumfin, Watching the tool, Fresh food bottle of oooo, Set his cannon on the block like I’m not in the mood, Have a nigga question how I even got with them dudes, When I no that I could always get it poppin wit chu, Me and you aint nobody stopping the two, A rock crock (??????????), What ever I could possibly do, I’m not a hater I aint knocking your kru, But they watchin my moves, Stopin my boo to cock glock in (?????), On top of that im like a popular dude, That’s bout to pop in a few, But still to know ma the topic is you, (Chorus) [Loon] Uh–Yea, A-Yo Things are looking better now Louis sweater now getting chedder now, Quiet while I treat you better now, Soon as the snow fall you chin-chilla down, Cat suits and leather now, Chrome berretta now, Dice games I feel safe throwing chedder down, Coz shorty we on points specially when the feds around, Stick up kid front shoot what a nigga down spit several rounds your crown and shut a nigga down a town, When we first met took our first step, Used to burst checks I told you to stop copped your first vet, Gave you incentive loving you relentless to have another lover would be senseless, Loving under incense, Back rub mammi for instance, Public park loving on benches, Back yard rippin on fences, Hell with them wenches, You came through in the trenches naked in trenchers, (Chorus) Nothing, nothing, Can’t ever come between us, (Between us) There’s a reason why were still in love, (Were Still in love) Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no noting, nothing, (Nothing nothing can) Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, (Were Still in love) Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no nothing, nothing (Nothing can) Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no noting, nothing, (Nothing nothing can) Can’t ever come between us, There’s a reason why were still in love, Can’t nobody ever break us up, They should no nothing, nothing (They should know … nothing can) (Tammy) no, no, no, no, never come between, you and me, ooo baby yay, oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no |
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| 4:15 |
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(Haaaa) uh yea (haa haaa mmmm)
[Verse 1] Check it out I'm wit my man A Con n I go by the name Loon n this a bad boy exclusive na mean. (Come on Come on) Young Marcus young pretty n heartless yo I tried to be a gentle men even tried to respect the girls who had many men I had a girl That lived in the tenement straight seduced me pretty face I kept shorty laced in Gucci she made niggaz wait like groupies Even made them lace her hoopty n still ain't hit it spend they money aint all n stil ain't get it buyin bitches but still she Ain't wit it so don't be mad when she callin me dad rollin around in the Jag wit the 30 day tag some shit you paid for worked N slaved for ever since you met the trick I made more chetta then ever before you bout to walk down the ile n I met her on Tour I ain't never had a 1000 dollar sweater before see ya stupid ass went n got in the bed with the whore you pulled a ?no? Nigga. [Chorus - Claudette Ortiz] No way you can't use me (no) I'm smoother than that (I?m smoother) You want to live like me (yea) You will never see that (baby) Live my life like a movie (live my life) How will you top that (ooo ye) No way you can't use me (nooo) I smoother Than that (yeaaa) [Verse 2] Uh Yo its funny how ya money pow all of a sudden surrounded by these funny style chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit Thou thought she said somthin slick couldn't wait to get in bed wit the bitch I took her clothes off politely incase she Chose not to like me that when I ate the ho out like wifey bitch start to like me then I flipped her like a savage then a Nigga tried to rip her body cavity n she getting a lot a cabage n nigga I gotta have a been sweatin tryna hit shit like a Rabbit now shorty think she established she givin me carrots buyin me cars the supa stars be havin clinging to nigga like a Magnet becoming a addict actin like she ain't neva had dick nother dramatic always so static this bitch is erratic man I ain't Think bout that car you could have it. [Chorus - Claudette Ortiz] No way you can't use me (no) I'm smoother than that (I'm smoother) You want to live like me (yea) You will never see that (baby) Live my life like a movie (live my life) How will you top that (ooo ye) No way you can't use me (nooo) I smoother Than that (yeaaa) [Verse 3] Now I was pushin the tan Land it was me, my man Stan this chic yo when from San Fran, her on Pan Dam told me her man from Ti Cun its pickin up at 1.5 at high noon (high noon) so why Loon had to make moves like Typhoon (TiFoon) pull a couple a Strings botta boom botta bing (botta bing) its on now I got my niggaz n we ready to roll I got my niggaz n we ready for war Whateva it be 1.5 chetta for free now how this bitch gone get this chetta for me I'm ready to see 'cause when this shit is off Set n its done I'm the type to get the bread n just run my man was soft I think its better to run then to hit him in the Head wit the gun ima veteran son I ain't type the squeeze beretta for fun I'm not dumb I do it better than them come on [Chorus - Claudette Ortiz] No way you can't use me (See-you-want to-be, but you'll never be like me) I'm smoother than that You want to live like me. You Will never see that (babbbbby) Live my life like a movie. How will you top that (tell- me-how- will you top that) No way you Can't use me I smoother than that (Noooo) No way you can't use me. I'm smoother than that. (noooo) You want to live like me. (you want to live like me, ooooooo) You will never see that. Live my life like a movie. (heyyy) How will you top that (No no no no no no no no now way you can't use me) I'm smoother than that. |
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[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking] Oh (what you got player) Oh (ah, uh) Oh (ah, uh huh) Hey yo Loon Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) For her and some friends You need to be careful playboy You fine as shit, but um These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock What you got [Verse 1 - Loon] Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy It's a shame you don't hear me though And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've been gettin dough? Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay) Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight [Chorus - Missy Elliott] - w/ ad libs (Hey Woo) Boy that's what them hoes say When they tell that money in your pocket, okay (Hey Woo) They be like (woo) Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon) (Woo) Baby that's what them chicks say When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane (Woo) They be like (woo) Now who that there? (Female voice: Oh girl, that's Loon) [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, check it out yo, check it out now Why's you all on me, friends is all on me Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me Tried to split but the chick keep callin me Cause I be everything a baller be Please believe me, my team is cheesy Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy Get my second cup, start talkin greezy We come consistent, young, relentless No resistance, girls run from distance When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and They silk on, that non new trenches and High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - P. Diddy] Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy They call me Diddy Yo when I come in the club I go hard All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar Latest fashion from Hermain and tar When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender Flow like August, with arms like December Twelve years playboy got more to remember Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - Missy Elliott - talking] C'mon Okay, you found me player You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo) Haha, you got that paper nigga |
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[Intro - Loon - talking] Ma I tried so many years But it seems like, all I brought you is tears I tried to eliminate, all of your fears But its conflict Yeah, check it out, uh, yo, aiyyo [Verse 1 - Loon] The game keep callin, niggaz in the streets is ballin Try to creep, just to keep from fallin, but the block keep hollerin Yellin my government name, I tried to stop but the love of the game They got my girl in a frenzy, my niggaz used to be friendly 'Til they seen me and Puff in the Bentley Now, forced to stay, forces use force and spray Coffins lay, when I'm forced to play Like a animal, dog if I put my hand on you, I'ma handle you Like I'm "Hannibal," the motherfuckin cannibal All plans is through, dreams and goals The block hot but why this shit seem so cold This shit seems so old, tryna redeem my soul The Feds roll and my team done fold Like a bad hand of poker, even ya man'll smoke ya For these crushed up leaves of copa, now [Chorus - Joe Hooker] I, can't talk through to you The way, I used to You don't understand why I Feel the way, that I do [Verse 2 - Loon] Yo, check it out It's been four years and you ain't shed no tears And through the course of that, I lost four pairs That's why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers You never consider it, like you just don't care The pain I feel inside you just don't share When I share my deepest thought, you just don't hear Well aware of my fears of me losin my life I'm well aware of my fears of me losin my wife That's why I stay usin my gun and usin my knife Gotta deal with this shit, 'til my music get right I buy you pretty things just to see you wear it You sayin I ain't shit, tryna break my spirit I try to change my life but you just don't hear it Guess I gotta find another girl to spend four years with Damn, all that time got wasted, but I guess I gotta face it [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Loon] Uh, yo, uh, aiyyo The cops don't like me, they always eager to fight me Even though I know they wanna be like me, cause they see a nigga icy Doin a buck in the white V, twizzy gettin busy with wifey Gettin head on the highway, I'm gettin money the fly away Pull me over just to fuck up my Friday, what could I say? Nothin, still they be frontin Throw a brick in the trunk and try to make up somethin But I'm not with the bullshit, that's why I roll with a full clip Flint cock the hammer and pull quick Don't care about your uniform, or that bullshit you be on Now who gon' really mourn when you be gone? One in your head like a unicorn. you movin on, your favorite suit is on Moms singing that stupid song, "my baby ain't blast nobody" But he still got smoked at Bay Bay's party That's why .. [Chorus] - 2X (*long pause*) [Chorus] - 2X |
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[Intro - Loon - talking] Uh, check it out, yeah Let me tell you a little story A little couple street tales, ya know On the shit I be seein Cause yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo This, check it, uh [Verse 1 - Loon] Now here's a story about a young kid, had everything in life Never had to ask for nothin more than twice His pops was gettin it, moms was a lawyer And his ball game almost got him draft to the Hoyas He fell in love with this chick named Latoya But little did he know, Latoya was a ho Lotta shit about Latoya he don't know She fucked with some nigga named Bo, who sold blow But the day he found out, turned the town out Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out But yo when he came through, he seen the devil in disguise It was Bo with the devil in his eyes Mack 11 on his side, him and seven other guys And every last one of these niggaz ready to ride Beside the fact, that this cat in the mix His jaw all broke up but that could be fixed Drawers all soaked up, cause that nigga pissed Full force, cocked back the rap nigga shit Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die [Chorus - Female voice] Niggaz get a little bit of loot, then think they fly Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die Niggaz get a little bit of loot, and then think they fly Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, yeah, uh Now here's a story about another nigga by the name of Jermaine This nigga pushin thirty and still in the game He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine Recruit niggaz outta school and poison they brain I'm sayin any nigga fuckin with Jermaine This nigga have you hustle in the rain, or bust a nigga brain This duke was a menace in fact But these Dominican cats could finish him black Cause he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight The kid he had picture, caught ten in the face Him and his ace, walk around with Mack 10 in they waist But pop never been a disgrace Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggaz They kill if a whole fifth of Coniac liquor Skipped town thinkin they wouldn't harm that nigga Found out they know where your mom's at nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Loon] The last story Samantha, type of chick that you pamper Got a lotta junk in her Pamper Pops was a Panther, her mom's some happy camper That thought the whole world of Samantha Moved to Atlanta, at the age of 18 Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team Some play things, specialize in blazin Her and her girlfriend Mayling from Beijing They was bugged, harrassin the scrubs Everybody knew about Samantha and clubs Gullible, get Samantha some drugs And you could take her home, get Samantha some love Back shots, yo Samantha don't budge Probably all the niggaz that Samantha done fucked Lotta kids, she done twist lotta ways 'Til she found out she HIV positive [Chorus] - 2X |
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<i>[Intro - Loon - talking + (Female voice)]</i>
Yo people say, behind every bad boy is a good woman But bein the Bad Boy that I am (I'll be waiting) I never knew how good a woman I had But see I'm older now (I'll be waiting) I'm startin to understand things So on that note baby, I ain't goin nowhere (I'll be waiting) I'll be waiting <i>[Break - Loon + (Letter M) + {Female voice} - w/ ad libs]</i> Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting {I'll be waiting} (Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting) Through the storm, through the rain girl whatever {I'll be waiting} <i>[Verse 1 - Loon]</i> Uh, yeah, aiyyo ma You gotta understand, lovin you wasn't part of the plan Was 17, I was far from a man, plus I was part of a team That put they whole heart in the green I was too young to be a part of your dreams I was surrounded by sugars astoundin, plus I'm kinky Picture Loon settlin down, couldn't make me Neither your love or the system could break me A hot slug ma, barely would shake me I would rather you hate me, than to love me Mistake me for your hubby You blatantly tried to rub me, when I'm out with my crew Show me affection, when I'm not in the mood We had a fight now you got me confused You bringin breakfast and a bottle of Voo <i>[Chorus - Loon + (Letter M) + {Female voice}]</i> Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting {I'll be waiting} (Anytime, anyplace I'll be waiting) Through the storm, through the rain girl whatever {I'll be waiting} (Through the storm, through the rain boo whatever, baby) Just call my name and I'll come running (And I'll come running for you baby) Whenever you call, whatever you need {I'll be waiting} <i>[Verse 2 - Loon]</i> Yo, yo it's funny I'm gettin older now And walk around with the same chip on my shoulder now Shit is upholdin now, I'm still thuggin, still buggin Still resentin your lovin, still rushin to go clubbin But things that you showed me, have gradually mold me to a better man I can't lie, I'm startin to understand Besides a hundred grand wrapped in a rubber band Besides the screamin fans that be inside I was a victim of scam and I know you would bounce When the bankers called and you froze my account Even though you was mad, you ain't go on my couch You still left all of my dough in the house That's what I'm talkin 'bout (that's what I'm talkin 'bout) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3 - Loon]</i> Uh, yeah, I'm reminiscin all the days that you waited on me And never listened to your friends when they hated on me You the only girl alive ever made me horny Dear you take me to the crib and just lay it on me On top of that all the years that you sacrificed You always made me feel like I had a wife Me and you a sure thing, we ain't rollin dice Now it's time to trade rings, let them throw the rice Let's make it right, baby (let's make it right, baby) <i>[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]</i> |
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[Intro - Loon - talking] Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on A lot of judgment bein passed Niggaz don't even know what their fuckin talkin 'bout I go by the name of Loon And I represent this Bad Boy shit 'Til the motherfuckin casket drop Damn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo [Verse 1] Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste In case niggaz suffer the worst case Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase I started "Harlem World" in the first place Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo Cause that's how friends go But niggaz tryna get they ends yo Forget about the nigga that lent yo Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla cause your ends low But look at how far your friends go Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus [Chorus] (Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?) Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC (Any nigga disrespect my G's) Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea (Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?) When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes (Oh you don't know what the fuck I do?) To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon [Verse 2] I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back Ride around with my shit in my lap The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped I don't get down with you niggaz like that So all that yikkety-yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack Make it hard for you niggaz that rap Cause when you gotta pick up the slack Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque You ain't think my flow could pick up like that The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat One swing'll bring your shit to your lap And make you shit in your slacks Your body shape forever zip and your trapped Let me tell you about the difference in rap And the difference is street, niggaz that creep Bust your shit with the heat If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet I'm knockin 'em off their feet Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back Hey yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that That's why you ride with your seat back Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through ya motherfuckin chest with they rifle, niggaz livin trifle And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat tat [Chorus] - 2X |
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[Chorus - P. Diddy] Friday night everybody was drinkin And the house was screamin And the bass was kickin And it won't be long 'til everybody knowin That Loon was on the beatbox goin Loon was on the beatbox goin Loon was on the beatbox goin, goin, goin (goin, goin, goin, goin) (*"hey and "cha nana" are repeated throughout the song*) [Break - Loon - talking] - w/ ad libs (AHH!), uh, yeah, c'mon, uh, uh, yeah, c'mon ... c'mon (P. Diddy: I like this right here) Uh, bring me in close, yeah (P. Diddy: ready? ready?) Uh, uh, check it out, Bad Boy (P. Diddy: tell 'em, talk to 'em) [Verse 1 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh) He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin Mercedes (yeah) Blowin 'dro, you know, vision was hazy (haha) To the point where I'm thinkin havin a baby (c'mon) Now shorty lookin a nigga like he was crazy Not my fault way shorty body amaze me (uh uh) Swoll up, now ma what's the hold up (c'mon) She never imagine me and Diddy would roll up (we here) We showed up, drunk and 'droed up (haha, yeah) Stunk and mold up, two Coupes and four trucks (that's right) Wrist is glowed up, got chicks that sold up (c'mon, uh) You know cats with chips, my clique got more bucks (that's right) Oh shucks, she start gettin the picture Three the hard way, menage with her sister (haha) Started off in the lobby when I kissed her (let's go) As far as Diddy, he probably already twist her (that's right) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 2 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Now back to B, I gots to be fly Blowin O for B, I pack the seed I-3 28 is a fact in V-I-P You can see how it be when we by (let's go) Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon) Might lose lot of my charm, when the dollars involved (that's right) Beef evolve, I need everybody be calm (c'mon) Heat involved, I squeeze, do you bodily harm (don't do that) Moved to safe cause I moved that way (yeah) I'm not no fool, I never put them tools away I'm not that cool, blow one of you dudes away (uh uh, yeah) If a nigga choose to move that way, but let's play (let's go) Hey, I'm on a mission to fishin what nigga wishin (what?) To make a hit, but I'm hittin while niggaz missin (don't stop) I get malicious and bitches are never switchin (let's go) Never run into kissin, I'm far from a politician (yeah) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs (*starts with "Was a"*) [Verse 3 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Now Loon rock the party and Loon got the hottie (yeah, uh huh) The one that got the body, is sippin a lotta Bacardi (let's go) Thank God, nigga ain't have to pop nobody (thank God) Straight rock your body cause that will shock the party (a ha) But before I leave and DJ stop the party (yeah) I've ordered a hundred shots, to woman drop your body (c'mon) Even though shorty hot, kinda like a hot tamale (yeah) Gotta play my position but not to knock nobody But I gotta leave this here spot with shorty Even if nigga go out his way and drop like forty (yeah) Nigga Loon is a freak but I'm really not that naughty (uh uh) Niggaz hopin and wishin but Loon on top of shorty (c'mon) Ham and cheese, I'm the man that please (yeah) Like 27 degrees and some brand new skies (let's go) Girlfriend please, you gon' need some brand new knees (please, that's right) When I haul off and hand you these (what?) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs until fade (*starts with "Was a"*) [Outro - P. Diddy - talking over Chorus and until fade] (*laughing*), yeah, c'mon Let's go, that's right That's right, Loon, yeah Cha nana Bad Boy baby ... 2003 Baton has been passed I see you Loon, yeah |
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Loon la lean aka young Marcus
Young, pretty and heartless And my man CTzy He make it seem to easy And the general P D-I double D-why See why we be fly Now you can hum all you want to, cum all you want to But I ain't Mase so run all you want to Sit there act all dumb if you want to Spend your whole life in the slums if you want to I eat good, eat crumbs if you want to And keep wastin' time with the bums if you want to I got long though, you know how the song go My name hold weight, far from a John Doe It so strange how the game made my arm grow Used to live in cell blocks, now I live in condos And every morning I feel like Alonzo Number one on the pop charts and your moms know Every time I pull up, there's a car show Young cats, stay lookin' like the head honcho My escargot my car go one-sixty The world's Fargo Parto Me and Puff like the "Lone Ranger, Tonto" Leave the club and we leave with a whole car load And we got better ratings than a new gong show But right now you got to let my arm go, see'mon ma [Chorus:] I know what you've been through Sometimes love is so cruel (Sometimes) Oh, yes it is (Oh, yes it is) I know I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you (Gonna be there for you baby) Oh yes I will (oh woo woo) Uh, check it out You choose to lose, only 'cause you confused If you was with me, I'd probably go abuse them dude But you runnin' 'round 'busin' shoes 'Stead of 22's that cruise How you gon' abuse the rude Girl you runnin' with some popular dude Poppin' bottles of Voo Now you seen me and you not in the mood Girl he has you on the block with his dudes Different watches to choose Baby girl I think you got me confused That's like a chair to a sofa Ma tell her Oprah, seein' Russell in a pair of loafers It's evident, that's irrelevant, you was elegant Taught you proper etiquette, for the hell of it It's like you feel me, but you not smellin' it I try to talk but you stay on some yellin' shit Then you complain about the things that Helen get Leave me and get the same treatment a felon get [Chorus:] Uh, yo Yo I'm the type when I come through Mami I do what I want to As far as you if I want you Now I ain't come here to haunt you So you can have a attitude if you want to I'ma have you, reason why All four seasons I'm fly I'ma player, ain't no reason to lie Ain't no reason for you breezin' on by Without squeezin' a "hi" 'Cause I could tell by the gleam in your eye You like cats with dough that fold up 22's when they roll up Ma you need to slow up, hold up Here's a proposition, on the real ma, he got to listen I know he's loud, cause the top is missin' But you could be in the Tropics fishin' By the sea, mami poppin' Crisses Though it seem kinda optimistic I got green and a pot to piss in Fuck with me, you got a lot to witness 'Cause I'ma have you [Chorus:] I know what you've been through Sometimes love is so cruel (Sometimes love) Oh, yes it is (Sometimes, oh yeah) I know I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you (I ain't perfect, but I'll be there for you) Oh yes I will (oh, yes I will) Wa hoo, I know that love Don't give you a fan sometimes Sometimes what you gotta, what you gotta You gotta reach down and play it with your poker face [Chorus:] |
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