Pd World Tour Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

Uh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob 

Where Black Rob at? 

PD world tourer, Harlem horror 

We back 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all 

Thought we was gonna stay away for a long time 

So what you gon' do now? 

Sorry 

Let's go 

[Chorus] 

Yo, Black Rob makin' all stops 

We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops 

Snatchin' all props 

Switchin' gears on the Ducati 

Cats schemin' prob'ly 

But we ain't tryin' a hurt nobody (We ain't tryin' a hurt nobody) 

We just tryin' a make it clear 

There, B.R. is here 

And we come to lock it down this year 

So without further ado, we bring to you (Without further ado) 

Your highness, (your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest 

[Black Rob] 

I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror 

Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer 

The underworld figure, mo' morals 

Small shit - it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas 

I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits 

That shit flip it; it's off the hook; it's unlisted 

The wizard like Juwan Howard 

I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power 

It's on dude; I warned you before the wildin' 

My team: some sick cats, fresh from Ward's Island 

I'm sayin' I try to tell 'em how I do due to the fact you 

Was duckin' my debut, duckin' the Ginsu 

B.R., natural born threat 

He got his tech, and I ain't even put it on yet 

Just imagine me and you toe to toe, back of the paddy wagon 

To the death till one of us got no breath left 

Protect that neck 

[Chorus] 

[Black Rob] 

I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you 

Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles 

At last stuck you and your so called team 

Them so called men; cats sound like Ben Vareen 

Caught me diggin' in the scene, one fifteen, Lex minivan light green 

Watching my cream, stopping my cream 

Shit's been tried before; my shit's stress with no lactose at all 

I mean I'm just limpin', 'cause right now I see the profit 

Show me some grams; I chop it 

Show me some land; I cop it 

Show me some ho somewhere in the tropics 

And I'm a suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it 

That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel 

Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel 

Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status 

Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us 

We ain't mad though; we got the bulletproof dough 

And that's the way my niggas roll 

If you was seein' his dough, you'd be the same baby 

[Chorus] 

[P Diddy] 

Yo, when I walk up in the place, all eyes is on me 

Is it me or the hundred grand worth of icy? 

Can't underestimate me; I beg your pardon 

If y'all ain't had guns, I probably wouldn't have brought my squadron 

But unfortunately it's that war outside 

And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride 

They call me PD, holy like Koran 

Rockin' Sean John, poppin' Sean Don 

Fucking ghetto Don Juan 

Top of the world - watch me snatch your hood treasure 

Might have to check a few cats for good measure 

Playboy, you know the drilly 

Y'all cats is real silly 

What I gotta do sell another ten milly? 

It's crazy how they all fall down; all balls down 

It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it 

Ain't shit changed; same shit stains in the business 

Approach me; play me closely; hopin' hopefully (keep hopin') 

Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya 

Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula 

And this year, I'm gonna hit 'em severe 

Aiyyo, Paul, get the Bent 

Let's get the fuck up outta here 

[Chorus x 2]