(Fat Joe):{Diddy} (Kelka Mania),{Day 26} Day 26: Ohhhh Fat Joe: (Ayo Diddy get at me baby) {I see you Joe} (Its Crack) {This is the remix
gonna set you free Tonight, tonight [Diddy] Come on, come on Yeah, let?s go Come on, come on Ay yo fellas Let me get some of this, it?s Diddy
'm from the city where nothin' pretty and everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy and now we finna blow Niggas in the hood, show me love, I?
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy
too much about em but they wont buy red I ain't trippin don't wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With Diddy and Jim
kicks (Boy) Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa
P. Diddy: You ready. It's time for you to speak up Bad Boy Baby Whitney Houston As we procede Whitney: Well, well, well, well Hey Whoooo Chorus: Why
Intro: Jermaine Dupri) After the party it's the Waffle House If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they
This is what I sound like after five years (You back, kid) Why do I feel I still got the flow? (You back, kid, Bad Boy for real, let's go) Before '99
need Please forgive me my behavior had me lost at light speed CHORUS The fear of never falling in love And the tears after losing the feelings Of what you thought love
's headed. It's up to chance, like Gretel's path is breaded. Your criticism? I'm above it! Your BS? Let's rubber glove it! Take your heroin and shove ita?¦ life you've got to love
a-walkin' down the street, Singin', do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy-do Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, Singin', do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy
represent it Be easy P. Diddy Tammy, down in Miami Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's Chorus P. Diddy and LL paraphrasing "Rappers Delight" So after
, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at your car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I can go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my
know how I get down, I be motherfuckin' Loc-in Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars After the
, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my
The Boss) Hey yo Diddy, it's Ross. I'm still at the Fontainebleau my nigga. I overslept, called downstairs, they said you extended this shit. Spanish