O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy Y'all cats fugazi, my shit's crazy Niggas can't faze me (You can't take) what
lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with the further i go down south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don
talking like she tyra, too much, uh niggas say they baby mommas love me, crazy, i was on a tour with diddy counting that ciroca money, but it's young
kid Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers I'll show you how to pop revolvers Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes That Lambo' that
somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is
' to hustle a nigga, askin' me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, 'cause that's what I love I know you bitches know that I ain't to
Ones Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you You think that Nike just made these into
Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up
crazy, they love my smile P Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True chocolate mack who's pocket's fat You wanna rock, nigga? Rock to that
O-Double-G-Y [Chorus:] It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World [Verse
: get on ur knees and face me i got a milkshake for u and its tasty *slurp* just like your album puff diddy (puff diddy) enough already now its p. diddy
my lighter up?' 'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson's
East Low Ride booty big so the thong show. How Low Can You Go Ludacris song. Limbo's, Timbo's, V-Neck's, Polo's. Make that Booty Jump ju-ju-ju-jump for
make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about
Yeah [x4] (P. Diddy) This Bad Boy baby N.E., 2004 Bad Boy now The name's DeVoe A.K.A. Blake, oh Make young lady's rump shake I bake Donald Trump cake
mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul
ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and
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