Where's Sean? Lyrics - Singles - P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family

Eh yo what's up playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan 

I need you to come get wit' me aight? 

Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do 

Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there 

Yo, I got the call from Sean, he out in Milan 

Went to get the package, got there it was gone 

Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' 

Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' 

Hit Bristal up on the speed dial 

Yo these funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do a nigga foul 

It's goin' down nigga round up the team 

I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene 

Ship them things in route to climb walls 

Infrared vision, ear plugs and all 

Digital surveillance linked with laptops 

Express mail it to me can't [Incomprehensible] 

I'm splurtin' for certain bris-pro workin' 

Searchin' dippin', curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin 

From servin' here Rob certain, I'm burnin' 

On my way from Mt. Vernon 

Swervin' a stretch Bourbon 

Identity of this man I look Persian 

Hey yo, we gotta get him 

I wanna know where they came from or who sent them 

First nigga to find them better bend 'em 

'Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine 

Shit ain't a game and Sean feel the same 

So, y'all niggas betta get on point 

Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam 

Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall 

Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one 

Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys 

Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six? 

I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip 

I'm by the tell, across Exxon by the shell 

Sense of urgency on the cell 

We gon' pick you up when ya flight land, we in a tight jam 

Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand 

I touch down like two-thirty 

If I was on you, your hoe's and them cowards, I'm'll do dirty 

Still a commission and we all equal, all lethal 

Caught 'em doin' dirt to the wrong people 

It's the family affair, I'm here 

With all of me, I'm'll deal with this one accordingly 

Got the locations, sittin' in the console pacin' 

Get bagged murder be the case and, and I'm tired in jail 

Even though through the riots I prevailed 

Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed 'em 

I'm here for the fam that's there when I need 'em 

Yo, uh uh uh, hello, it gotta be the same cats 

I can tell by they strange acts 

When they mumble to each other 

Like Milan they run for cover 

New 'cuz this bitch that I fucked with 

One thought I loved her 

Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface 

That's a purpose 

One of these faces, make 'em nervous 

Catch 'em when they out for hamburgers 

Turn they whole lunch into a murder 

In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of 

This shits big, the first thing to catch to where P.D. is 

I'm on it, act like they want it, I'm'll bring the heat 

Just let me know the place we plan to meet 

And I'm in it sure as your heart beat 

Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays 

So watch what the fuck you say 

It's ya mouth that started the shit 

Now you actin' all retarted and shit 

Dog I came to play my part and that's it 

We had a full proof plan, all we need was the fam 

Ammunition a van, two chicks and one extra man 

Two Lincoln L.S. Sedans 

Fifteen hundred yards of Saran 

And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam 

Yo, call Sean in Milan 

Call Sean tell Sean, we gone 

We'll meet him in Hong Kong 

With two chicks both they thongs on 

Maybe Ling and Kim long, both of them dead wrong 

Two rich bitches the feds on 

Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong 

He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation 

But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys 

Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys 

Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo 

A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo 

Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo 

Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco 

The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform 

Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song 

Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong 

'Til I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a Unicorn 

Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips 

Talkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks 

Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits 

And fuck for dough, like I give two shits 

Wildfire call from Hong Kong 

Hello, "Yo Kain, I just spotted Sean Jean" 

Hold up, some information was missin' 

I just got the same page from Bris 

He told me he saw Sean and two chicks 

Followed by four whips 

Somewhere in the 

Florida sticks 

It's a set up 

Tell the crew to keep their heads high 

I'm gonna flip if any one of my men's die 

We've been fucked 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 on them hot blocks 

So we sent two teams to rush both spots 

Ha, yeah, suited up ready to dumbs out 

Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door 

With our guns out 

Hey yo yo hold up, stop the music man heh heh 

Y'all niggas is crazy, I was only jokin' man 

I just wanted to see if my family was on point