Bad Boys 2 Soundtrack Album Lyrics

[Lenny Kravitz also accompanies with guitar]

[Intro: Pharrell Williams] (Diddy in background)
Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out)

[Verse 1: P. Diddy]
Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit F*ck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house little garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama The diamond fellow, mami hello Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow Pull off your top make it shake like Jello

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] (Lenny Kravitz)
DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor! Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul!

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Well strip down! (work) Show me some more! (work) Is that all you got?! (work) You got to make me believe it girl! (work) C'MON NOW!!

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now you're braining it Lookin like your little sister came that painted it Slick, like calamari tentacles Staring at my chain I kicked off your Jimmy Choos I weigh 155 pound when I'm soaked ma That Rolls Royce Phantom, it ain't no joke ma Weed brownie at 2, but I will not smoke

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya ass out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Look but don't touch, muthaf*cka think twice
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like the Reign Man twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian foodle, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yah'Mean

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami's like body paintigs
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Wanna ball me at the light, you could lose your life
Muthaf*cka's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
I'm THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I'll never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[Nelly (P. Diddy)]
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.N.T.
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

[P. Diddy]
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

[Verse 1: Nelly + (P. Diddy)]
Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
A thug is we then it's only two G
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

[Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus]

[Chorus]
[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[Diddy] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[Diddy] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[Diddy] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[Diddy] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[Diddy] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[Diddy] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[Diddy] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

[Verse 2: P. Diddy + (Nelly)]
Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh oh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (Yeah)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee + (Nelly)]
Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha')
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

[Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[P. Diddy]
Terror Squad...Bad Boy...Joey Crack

[Chorus: Dre]
Girl I gotta do what I gotta do
Change my life (Change my life)
Make things right (Make things right)
And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do
Risk my life (Risk my life)
In the late night (In the late night)
Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
But for now I gotta hug the block
I know you sick of visits from undercover cops
Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box
Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks
I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real
Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal
I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up
What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up
I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry'
How you think you got that rainbow Louis
Not with a legal job's salary

[chorus: Dre]

[Verse 2: P. Diddy]
Ma' we got you stuck off the realness
You know the infamous
You heard of us
It's your Bad Boy business men
Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins
Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon
Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin'
To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands
Spend your whole life with stylin'
With that light that got me
Through it all you was right behind me
And ma' I know I gotta change
But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things
It's not the same
Girl with me you can achieve whatever
But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

[Chorus: Dre + adlibs from Fat Joe and P. Diddy]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now we livin up in Ja-sery
In the t.v. in the car got the game on starrin' Marbury
And your ring gotta rock the size of strawberries
Everything that you want I got it don't worry
And I know it ain't about the chips
Just my way of sayin thanks for the years you put up with my shit
I had to change like the chorus said
And I'm reminded why everytime we do our thing in the waterbed
To me this is more than head
It's more than a crush
It's all about us
It's love and trust
Took the time out to make things right
It may seem nice
But I'm gonna be a Bad Boy for life

[Chorus: Dre]

[P. Diddy]
Joey Crack
They call me Diddy
Cool and Dre
Bad Boys 2 the Soundtrack
Good lookin' Joe
Terror Squad baby
Bad Boy Collabo
Yeah, and we won't stop

(P. Diddy)
Ay yo B This a good look right here Yeah Bad Boy baby Uh ay yo B

(Beyonce)
Verse 2:
I been wantin' to explain to you
what it is that you do to me
Got me open I am so in love with lovin' you
Touch in places no one else has
ever made me feel incredible
When you touch me I feel sexy
No one else like you

Bridge:
Got me goin' off all the love you give me(you give me)
I'd be crazy to ever want to leave
I love the way your hands alone run by me (touch me)
Please don't say your gonna stop lovin' me (so keep on)

Chorus:
Keep givin' your love to me (oh)
Keep givin' your love to me (oh)
When you givin' yor love to me (oh)
It's like you makin' love to me (oh)
Repeat

Verse 2:
I loose all control when you are here
and baby it amazes me
How could someone be so sexy
and love like you do
Baby do you understand the power that you possess over me
Can't escape this feeling and I don't think I want to

Bridge

Chorus

It's crazy how much I'm in love with you
It's all cause you love me the way you do
Don't want no other love but you
Cause no one else has ever made me feel this good

Chorus

Makin' love to me
Makin' love to me
Makin' love to me
Makin' love to me
Makin' love to me
Me
Me

[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin 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 Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf*ckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

[50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause f*ck what she say
She don't give a f*ck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler

[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not f*ck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Eminem]
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice

Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jellous of us to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a f*cking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' f*ck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
We gon' f*ck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gonna kill your f*ckin label 4-sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!

Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we don't hear you motherf*ckers talking
Cuz we do
We see yall
But we just gonna sit back for a minute and watch what the f*ck yall do

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH!
Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!
Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?)
Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la
FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama
Get wild! Okay

[Freeway]
Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga!
Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
Post up, fans suffer circle the block
Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area!
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move the rocks in your area!
Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
What? My glock carry heavy rounds
Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
What? You better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy
Best believe there's Trojans involved
Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

[Chorus: Freeway]
We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the place
GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
is all it takes to make her skate
FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the block
GET WILD (get wild) park keys and a little bit of cheese
is all it takes to make her leave

[Peedi Crakk]
With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s)
Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze
with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe)
I ain't Hov', I just know what I know
I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill
Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills
I, can't deny how the mamis feel
Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl
P. Crakk and I ain't for play
I got a mack that'll change your day
Fall back, get your act in tact
P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest
And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us
Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in
Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring
The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king
And we..

[Chorus]

[Freeway]
Now how many hoes in your motherf*ckin group?
Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk
She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof
Up on her cell phone, "Freeway got me in the squadder
He a rider, from the block to the booth"
I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come
Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done
But let her spend the night, all night
Cause the heat call me a liar
She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah
Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state
And travel across state, with things taped to her waist
Mami wanna ride with pa
Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas
And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch
Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage
Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch

[Chorus]

[Intro:]
Oh baby, I can't live with you I can't live without you {yeah}
Live with you I can't live without you, babe {I like this}
Oh babe, oh I can't live with you I can't live without you babe
(Bad Boy baby!) {Bad Boy} (Uh, oh) {yeah, yeah! Let's go}

I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff (uh huh) {yeah}
Move ya bloodclot 'fore I cock the fifth! {uh huh}
Had a bitch in my '03 six
Had a hoe rockin' my red gold Cartier on her wrist, now
Think about it while the streets you roam
F*ck around, won't be shiiit in the crib when you get home
I roll with Sean Combs (uh huh), I'm in Caprice {that's right}
Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone {let's go}
Bad Boy come through in the toy {Bad Boy baby}
And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi
Ooh {ohh}, y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent
You'd rather f*ck a hoe in a bullshit Gabann' (now) {yeah}
And what the f*ck he on?!
Stop your bloodclot crying 'fore these plates start flying {heh heh}
I'm a Bad girl, illest bitch grinding {Bad Girl}
Sean John Rolls hold chocolate diamonds, owww! {let's go, Mario}

What am I to do, when you act a fool
Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you
Now baby that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue
What you had in me, too fine to see
And I don't really wanna be baby

What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
then you go and betray me
Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God I wash my hands, make another plan
Cos I don't really wanna stay baby

[Chorus:]
So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
Cos I don't want no more, of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

Now this is number two, them chance I gave to you
You said it was the end, but here we go again
I thought I was a friend, not just another man
While holding hands, you don't understand
and I don't really get you baby

What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
then you go and betray me
Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God I wash my hands, make another plan
Cos I don't really wanna stay baby

[Chorus]

{Aiyyo, aiyyo Fox}
Now the tables dun turned and duke fell off {yeah}
But I'm stylin' you seen Fox cover the Source {you see it}
Y'all see the G5, y'all see me come through {yeah}
verr' nice crib and a nurr' blue five {uh huh}
Y'all see the G4 {you see it, yeah}
Duke come out the hood, let me take you on a Tito borough tour {c'mon}
Y'all don't want a bitch in Juicy Couture {no you don't}
You'd rather f*ck a hoe in a Reebok velour {haha}
But I'm a bad girl, whips to crashing {yeah, Bad Girl}
Y'all know how Fox do it with the Sean John fashion {that's right}
So tell me why you continue to lie {why}
I seen the bitch in the seven fourty five L.I. now {uh huh}
Just tell me why I continue to try {uh huh}
Full of bullshit, he acting like a star can't cry {c'mon man}
He acting like I'm blind {what}
And how he doing this bullshit
acting like I ain't get the nigga fly {let's go}

[Chorus]

5 foot 9
She's got legs for days
(For days)
Green eyes that cut like a knife
And her own little sexy sway
No, she don't waste no time
Moving to the floor
(To the floor)
And when she starts to move she had me
Calling your mama saying you wanna go home

Baby, tell me
Why can't I have you
Why you running girl
I just wanted to love you

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
But I guess love don't love me, no

It's ok to be scared
Cause this girl is super bad
She will probably be
The best thing that you never had

Don't waste your time
(your time)
Trying to make her your own
Cause what she says goes
And life points to miss
It's the end of the road
(end of the road)

Baby, tell me
Why can't I have you
Why you running girl
I just wanted to love you

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
But I guess love don't love me, no

Baby
You said you loved me
(you said you loved me)
But you lead me on
(you lead me on)
And feelings so strong
(feelings strong)
about you
(but I can't take it anymore
so I'll leave you alone
girl I'm gone, girl I'm gone)

Whats it gunna take
(hey)
To get you to love me baby
Cause I can't take it anymore
You're gunna be mine for sure
you know

Whats it gunna take
To get you to love me baby
Cause I can't take it anymore
You're gunna be mine for sure
you know

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
But I guess love don't love me, no

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
But I guess love don't love me, no

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
But I guess love don't love me, no

I love you
Baby, I love you
I love you
Baby, I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you
Baby, I want you
I want you
Baby, I want you
(you know what? screw you!)
But I guess love don't love me, no

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[Chorus - Loon]
Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D
B-O-Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

[Loon]
Check it out, cause I been stackin dough
Been mackin hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos
Nigga you's a simp, cause your smack the hos (yeah)
And lose your temper like John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats
Remember the time when I didn't use to rap
You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past
As far as the street, I already proved that fact
Not to be rude, but I ain't in the mood for that
Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things
Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, worse than my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin

[Chorus] (*starts with "girl" instead of "yo"*)

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah, come on now

[Loon]
Now what's your forte, chicks they all say
That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day
This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay
When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway
Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway
Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day
Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play
F*ck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I know you eager to leave this hot town
Know how you feel we can leave or not now
First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now
Walls got knocked down, when I laid my cock down
Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round
I can't believe that you screamin cop now

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[P. Diddy - talking behind chorus]
Yeah, come on now

[Loon]
Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic
(P Diddy: That's right, +I Need a Girl Part I and Part II+, that's right)
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody +Needed a Girl+ but who asked her
You was scared, basically you wasn't prepared
To gettin married and havin a couple of chirls
I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned
About how nice your ice, or the money you earn
I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s
So you just start pullin on blunts, I've been high
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly

[P. Diddy]
Come on now

[Loon]
Definitely real, (yeah) spend time in Beverly Hills (break it down)
Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills
I've got a debt to fulfill
Front, I'm a definitely kill
I might peel hole left of your grill
With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty
Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me
Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me
Niggaz keep frontin like Loon won't get dirty

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Relax your mind
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy,
Yeah, let's go
yeah, c'mon
Bad Boy baby, yeah

[P. Diddy - talking]
One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this
I see you Loon (*echo*)
Come on, come on now
I don't think they heard you
Tell 'em one more time

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy, YEAH
Relax your mind
Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop

[P. Diddy - talking]
Cause we can't stop
And we won't stop cause we can't stop
Ya'll remember that
Yeah it's still there, it's still there
Ten years later ..
Your our future Loon, let's go boy
Let's go, yeah, let's go
This goes out to Harlem
I see you Harlem, that's where we from

Baby don't, don't go.
You know I need you so.
Sometimes my pride gets in the way.
I say things that I don't mean when I think your hurting me.
I love you more and more each day, each day.

[Chorus]
I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry.
I don't want, I don't want you to say goodbye.
I didn't, I didn't mean to make you sad.
Your the best love I ever had.
And nothin', and nothin' goin' to tear us apart.
And for this, and for this love we work so hard.
And can we, can we try to work it out.
I'm yours all yours with out a doubt.

I know that living wit me can sometimes be unhappy
But I really need you in my life, yeah.
Cause every part of me you totally complete.
Remember to make me your wife? Please and

[x3]

Were only human baby, were gonna make mistakes boy
I really need for you to forgive me. (I need you to forgive me).
We can't let this love go.
I love you more than you know.
I really need for you to forgive me.
(Forgive me)

[Dylan talking]
Out and about
And I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent
Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years
See

[Choppa]
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
I look out for tha one the knocks

[Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah]
So why the Devil keep on f*ckin' with me, why
Why he knockin' at my door, my door
Why the Devil keep on f*ckin' with me
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
Could you tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for
Could you tell me, tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for

[Fredrick]
You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filty slang
Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
With three macks and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop

[Chorus]

[Elliot Ness] Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[B] And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
[EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz
[Both] In memory of
[EN] Death to the powers that be
[EN] See I'm a motherf*ckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
[EN] Somebody is constanly watching and following me
[EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[EN] Forget about reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my grind
[EN] Satan in the back of my mind
[EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
[EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing]
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go
Yea, get off me, get off me
You know what team I'm on
One God, One love, One family, Bad Boy
I'm like Micheal baby
Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me
I see all you Devils out there
You'll never stop us
Da Band, 2003, The next generation
Yea, and we won't stop

[Snoop Dogg: talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble
This is somethin new
Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$
I mean what do you mean, what do you mean
This is only the beginnin (Doggystyle, Bad Boy)

[Snoop Dogg]
It's a quarter past one, but it feel like two
Hey young Puff, what you want your big homey ta do?
Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb
It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb
Click, clack on you fags, now I'm back in the burbs
I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms
The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve
To get this money with my niggaz that bird the birds
Word to curb, my nigga you can f*ck what you heard
You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that)
Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight
Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight
I got a show I gotta do out in Miami tonight
With some Columbian friends of mine
Maybe we'll spend some time
Choppin up some million dollar shit up outta crime a mine

[Chorus x2: Snoop Dogg]
And you don't quit
Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit
And you don't stop
[two gun shots] nigga what? nigga huh?

[Loon]
Uh, yeah, Loon
Niggaz act like niggaz ain't clap at nigga before
Like Loon never punch nigga in the jaw
Nigga quick too pop shit, never been in a war
Nigga get on my hot chick, start bendin the law
He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store
Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more
He them grimey ass niggaz with the scent of a whore
Tryin a scheme on a nigga, that's clean
Think I'm gonna scream, but a Loon on some green nigga
Infer red beam, malign nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do around Mase
You better check my forte, Loon got all yahs
On Broadway they givin nigga royal all day
I ran through the game like Christian Foria
How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me

[P. Diddy]
Come on now

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy: talking behind chorus]
That's right
C'mon, yeah
Let's ride

[Snoop Dogg]
Shoot 'em up bang bang, yeah it's a cold thang
Diddy want Doggy to get in my baby body man
Diddy got it man, tryin a feel up his body man
With a lot of thing (f*ck the nigga home, [gun shots])
A matter fact he gettin potty trained
Livin with his momma man
Stressed and pain, no gain
No fame, for a nigga like the D-O
Put a couple holes in your loud mouth zero

If you step to us, she'll get f*cked up quick
We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch
Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away
(P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch)

When I pull out my nine and pop some times
When you see my clique in this bitch we kickin it
Dogg's be rippin this
Slip a clip in it, flip the script and then
I'm the rap nigga bangin that here (here)

[Chorus x6: w/ ad libs]

[Snoop Dogg: talking behind Chorus w/ variations]
Ride, ride ya'll
Ride, ride ya'll
Bad Boy II
(F*ck the world)

Ride on a nigga, like bang on a nigga [repeated until end]

[Female voice: harmonizes with chorus and by herself, until the end]

[P. Diddy: talking w/ variations]
Nigga what? Nigga huh? [repeated]
Doggystyle, Bad Boy
It's just the beginnin motherf*ckers
Yeah, been doin this shit for decades ..

[Snoop Dogg: talking]
Bang, bang
Ya don't quit
Ya don't stop
Pop, pop nigga
(watch out, watch out)
Shot 'em down, leave 'em on the ground for my homies
Nigga be actin like hoes
[two gun shots]