Yeah [3x]
[Loon]
Yo I`m a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that`s right)
It`s Bad Boy we don`t give a fuck about y`all (that`s right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up out y`all (that`s right)
I fuck with niggas but it`s something about y`all (uh huh)
Actin like Loon can`t do shit without y`all (c`mon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out y`alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without y`all (that`s right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c`mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit
[Chorus Marsha 2x]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow can`t keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don`t stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don`t flop, what we just too large (oh)
[P. Diddy]
Let`s get, one thing clear (that`s right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c`mon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let`s go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
Still eat at Justin`s in Sean John velour (that`s right)
Still humble (c`mon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still can`t stand to see blacks beefin
y`all still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends
Still happy in black and don`t need a reason (that`s right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c`mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve ‘n (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)
(C`mon)
(Let`s go)
[Chorus 2x]
[Loon]
Aiyo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c`mon)
But not me, I`m too cocky
I love when the women scream “Hey Papi” (that`s right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c`mon)
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can`t stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can`t top me
[P. Diddy]
Yeah I`m just a B-A-D (c`mon) B-O-Y (that`s right)
Son we multiply, nigga we don`t die
Niggas frontin like we ain`t fly (say what)
But nigga can`t name nothing that we ain`t buy (c`mon)
Or we ain`t try, (that`s right) or we ain`t drive (yeah)
The judge said “not guilty” and he ain`t lie (he ain`t lie)
Niggas need a hit it`s to me they cry (c`mon)
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain`t live (yeah)
C`mon, man (let`s go)
[Chorus 4x]
[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain`t goin, we ain`t goin)
They won`t stop (we ain`t gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won`t stop
