Do You Like It, Do You Want It Lyrics - Forever - P. Diddy

Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies 

In something foreign, soarin', 145 

The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly 

I want it all, no lie 

Picture me pourin', poppin' something imported 

Pedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to Lauryn 

Now picture me falling 

Never seen, never heard, never happened, never occurred 

Now, picture me flying 10,000 feet above the sea 

Popping bubbly, you'd love to be me 

Now picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest massage 

Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God 

Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished 

At the same time, tell me what you think matters? 

Picture all the money that I've gotten of tours 

Now picture me plotting for more, picture this, nigga 

Do you like it? 

Wanna do the things that I do 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like in my shoes 

Do you need it? 

Wanna see the things that I see 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like to be me? 

Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools 

Straight flipping, losing my cool 

Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house 

The gun's with me, put one in your mouth 

Now, picture me dressed in white linen while your life is ending 

Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image 

Picture me broke as fuck on your block about to open up 

Like, "Okay nigga, what's up?" 

Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a U 

Screaming at the top of my lungs, "You fucking with who?" 

Picture me not being that hustler dude 

Picture the Benz, a 5 and the drop not new 

Picture the watch ain't platinum and the rock's not blue 

Picture y'all niggaz not knowing how I do 

Picture me, better yet, picture you 

Painting a better picture than the one that I drew 

Do you like it? 

Wanna do the things that I do 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like in my shoes 

Do you need it? 

Wanna see the things that I see 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like to be me? 

Where do you go from here, when you felt you've done it all 

When, what used to get you high, don't get you high no more? 

When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more 

When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more 

Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape 

How much money can one nigga make in one place? 

How much dough could you hold in one safe? 

How many hoes can a nigga really chase? 

Where do you go after the applause 

After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours 

After asking these whores what they after me for? 

Is it the money? The fame? The house? Take it all 

The sky's the limit but I ain't done jumping 

Money fast but I ain't done running 

Picture me driving some wack shit 

Picture me folding under pressure, picture that shit 

Do you like it? 

Wanna do the things that I do 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like in my shoes 

Do you need it? 

Wanna see the things that I see 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like to be me? 

Do you like it? 

Wanna do the things that I do 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like in my shoes 

Do you need it? 

Wanna see the things that I see 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like to be me? 

Do you like it? 

Wanna do the things that I do 

Tell me, do you want it? 

Wanna know what it's like in my shoes 

Do you need it? 

Wanna see the things that I see 

Tell me, do you want it?