Diddy
Yeah, it's Bad Boy, baby (yeah)
Neptunes (uhm, uhm c'mon)
And we won't stop (I like this one here)
'Cause we can't stop (c'mon)
Yeah, let me tell you something
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with this chick, named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't fond of players
Only wanted ballers to spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me, dear?
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere
And I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin' literally blow your mind (c'mon)
My repertoire is Ménage Trois
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stop to this
I can't help it, I'm an optimist
And I'ma make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon' rock to this
Now say my name, c'mon
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?)
Ay yo, I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the ladies hypnotize me no more
But, back to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world is scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
Because I came too far for me to be bourgeois
It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
'Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me?
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?) (La, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl
I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl
I wanna see you work it out, girl
Now hold up, stop, now wait a minute
We don't stop, we rock cause ain't a limit
My aim is winning, got Asian women
That'll change my linen after I done blazed and hit 'em
But I just wanna rock wit' you (that's right)
And take it straight to the top with you (let's go)
And do what I gots to do
If it's possible, 'cause I ain't trying to stop you boo
I got an agenda, got on a ninja
One wheelin' and killin' it not to offend ya
That's when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender (that's right)
So let me see you shake it, girl (c'mon)
I just wanna see you shake it, girl (c'mon)
For the return of the don, the world in my palm
My mom calls me Sean, but y'all call me
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?) (La, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl (c'mon)
I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl (c'mon)
I wanna see you work it out, girl (let's go)
Neptunes (uhm, uhm c'mon)
And we won't stop (I like this one here)
'Cause we can't stop (c'mon)
Yeah, let me tell you something
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with this chick, named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't fond of players
Only wanted ballers to spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me, dear?
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere
And I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin' literally blow your mind (c'mon)
My repertoire is Ménage Trois
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stop to this
I can't help it, I'm an optimist
And I'ma make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon' rock to this
Now say my name, c'mon
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?)
Ay yo, I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the ladies hypnotize me no more
But, back to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world is scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
Because I came too far for me to be bourgeois
It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
'Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me?
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?) (La, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl
I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl
I wanna see you work it out, girl
Now hold up, stop, now wait a minute
We don't stop, we rock cause ain't a limit
My aim is winning, got Asian women
That'll change my linen after I done blazed and hit 'em
But I just wanna rock wit' you (that's right)
And take it straight to the top with you (let's go)
And do what I gots to do
If it's possible, 'cause I ain't trying to stop you boo
I got an agenda, got on a ninja
One wheelin' and killin' it not to offend ya
That's when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender (that's right)
So let me see you shake it, girl (c'mon)
I just wanna see you shake it, girl (c'mon)
For the return of the don, the world in my palm
My mom calls me Sean, but y'all call me
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)
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y
The D, the I, the D
It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?) (La, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl (c'mon)
I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
C'mon, work it out, girl (c'mon)
I wanna see you work it out, girl (let's go)
Credits
Writer(s): Cheryl Lorraine Cook, William Griffin, Eric Barrier, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins, S. Robinson, Angela Laverne Brown, Gwendolyn Yvonne Chisolm
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