An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now!. Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck!. Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?.
One, two. One, two. One, two, three. . Keep on truckin', baby. I got to keep on truckin'. Got to get to your good lovin'. . Shame, a double shame on me, yeah.
[Puff Daddy]. Ladies and gentleman. (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time). One-two, this thing on right here. (We ain't gonna stop).
It's a new day in the rap game!. Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!. . [Verse 1]. My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'. I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin'.
(Look nigga, you know the name). (Where we from nigga? 718). (Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!). C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!. (M plus O plus P!). . Check it out now.
Ooh.... Ooh.... Ooh.... . Keep on truckin', baby. I got to keep on truckin'. Got to get to your good lovin'. Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh.... . Shame. A double shame on me, yeah.
I'm talkin' to these. Yeah, okay. Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing. LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now. Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now.
Why must we open all other doors. We tied them up well. 'Cause I don't want to live with two. Unless we remember one second more. We tied them up well.