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Puff Daddy (P Diddy) The Saga Continues Diddy Thanks to drk757@hotmail.com for these lyrics. f/ Neptunes Yeah.. it's Bad Boy baby (Yeah, c'mon) Neptunes (mm, mm, mm, mm, c'mon) And we won't stop (I like this right here) Cause we can't stop (yeah) Yeah, let me tell you somethin Yeah, check this out [Verse One] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nick Chillin with this chick named Tondalea Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her with six figures and camcorders So what you tryin to tell me dear? I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere And I just want to blow your mind I'm talkin literally blow your mind My repetoire is menage-a-trois and exotic cars Chillin with the hottest stars And it ain't no stoppin this I can't help it I'm a optomist And I'ma make ya head bop to this And at the end you gon' rock to this Now say my name, c'mon [Chorus: Neptunes] D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (That shit'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 whaaat?!) [Verse Two] Aiyyo, I came in the door, I said it before I never the ladies hypnotize me no more But.. but back to the manuscript Cause I don't think you can handle this From New York to Los Angeles I think the whole world scandalous I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit Let the party people dance to this Get out your seats and clap your hands to this Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise 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 Yeah one phone call send two cars And I 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? [Chorus] (La La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin to see you work it out girl (La 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 [Verse Three] Now hold up, stop (stop) now wait a minute We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit My aim is winnin, 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 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 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 moms calls me Sean but y'all call me [Chorus] (La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin 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 |
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