Puff Daddy - Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That lyrics

[Intro - P. Diddy] + (Fred) Bad Boy baby (Ooooh) We the last standin' check the records (Da Band, baby) Check the score Da Band the next generation of bad motherf**er, come on (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1 - Babs aka Babs Bunny] + (P. Diddy) Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra (Haha) b**h you mad, Babs got a brand new car (Yeah) Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar (Come on) Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed (Yeah) Bab's strong arm b**hes, like I'm Hercules You got a problem (Uh), come see the girl, I'll solve'em (That's right) Big belly b**hes we starve 'em (Let's go, come on) n***as in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin' Better tuck in ya chain b**h and keep on walkin' (Ahh!) You a thug, why you keep on talkin (What?), let's get it crackin' (Come on) Get a b**h stomped out in the club, I make it happen I got this, Diddy done let me out (Yeah) Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (Come on) My year, now so you girls betta leave (This Bad Boy!) Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep (We won't stop, yeah!) [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Babs* - Ness] All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat [Verse 2 - Ness aka Elliott Ness] + (P. Diddy) I'ma changed man, since I made the band Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand (Uh uh, that's right) Made man, made the band, wave ya hands Rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band (Whoooo) Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (Whoo) Go somewhere, and be a maintnence man, a janitor Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager Keep ya hands out my pockets n***a Franchise like I play for the Rockets n***a +Who Shot Ya+, +Biggie Smalls+, 2Pac ya n***a (Who shot ya) "Ready to Die", "All Eyes" on the project n***a (Yeah) You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps n***as I can't help it, I'm a violent n***a, silence You f**in wit the wildest n***a That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' n***a [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Ness* - Choppa] All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat [Verse 3 - Choppa aka Young City] + (P. Diddy) There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin' (Choppa, let's go) Runnin' game on ya b**h, ya boy's a pimp I need a b**h wit no type of common sense, that about it (Hahaha) If you bout it then throw it up Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya You, run in that water now ya life is in danger (Yeah) Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers n***as that be off that frail, them beef bringers (Bad Boy baby, yeah) Picture a n***a tryin' to carry me It won't happen, I won't let you n***as worry me (Uh, uh) I'ma stay thugged out til they bury me (Yeah) When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B I'ma Dirty South n***a from the dirty streets Get crunk, get buck, get the f** off ya feet [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Choppa* - Fred] All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because [Verse 4 - Fred aka Miami] + (P. Diddy) Best believe these dudes ain't never k** nuthin' (Come on) I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin Lord forgive me, but these n***as is playin' wit the boss man (Yeah) You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (Come on man) I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin' (Yeah) Man homeboy that's y'all man (Let's go) Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game (I'm here baby) I'm +Bad+, but not a +Boy+, I got a part of his name (Let's go) And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain (Yeah) A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean (Mean it) I eat, sh**, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things (Hahaha) Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team [Ness + Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Choppa + Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Babs] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Outro] [Fred] Da Band, Da Band [Puff] Da Band, 2003 [Fred] Fire! Fire! [Puff] Too Hot For T.V [Fred] Too hot to hold in the headphones this time [Puff] Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now [Fred] Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king [Puff] I'm here baby! Miami! Choppa City! Babs! Sara! Dylan! Ness! [Fred] Fire! yeah [Puff] And we won't stop [Fred] Da Band, fire! [Puff] Yeah!