| 作词 : Angelettie, Charlemagne ... | |
| featuring Puff Daddy | |
| [cheering] | |
| Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob | |
| Where Black Rob at? | |
| PD world tourer , Harlem horror | |
| We back | |
| Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time | |
| So what you gon do now? | |
| Sorry, let's go | |
| CHORUS: P Diddy | |
| Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this mother****ing ball drops | |
| Snatchin all props | |
| Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly | |
| But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody) | |
| We just tryin na 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) | |
| You 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 aint even put it on yet | |
| Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon | |
| 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 mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen | |
| Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, 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, cuz right now I see the profit | |
| Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it | |
| Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics | |
| And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it | |
| That's real, I'ma 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 aint 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 aint had guns I probably woudn't of 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 | |
| ****ing 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 | |
| Aint 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 | |
| Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the **** up outta here | |
| CHORUS 2X |
| zuo ci : Angelettie, Charlemagne ... | |
| featuring Puff Daddy | |
| cheering | |
| Uhh , yeah , c' mon , Black Rob | |
| Where Black Rob at? | |
| PD world tourer , Harlem horror | |
| We back | |
| Yeah ya, ya, y' all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time | |
| So what you gon do now? | |
| Sorry, let' s go | |
| CHORUS: P Diddy | |
| Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this mother ing ball drops | |
| Snatchin all props | |
| Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob' ly | |
| But we aint tryin na hurt nobody we aint tryin na hurt nobody | |
| We just tryin na 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 | |
| You 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 aint even put it on yet | |
| Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon | |
| 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 mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen | |
| Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, 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, cuz right now I see the profit | |
| Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it | |
| Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics | |
| And I' ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it | |
| That' s real, I' ma 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 aint 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 aint had guns I probably woudn' t of 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 | |
| ing 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 | |
| Aint 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 | |
| Ayo Paul, get the Bent let' s get the up outta here | |
| CHORUS 2X |
| zuò cí : Angelettie, Charlemagne ... | |
| featuring Puff Daddy | |
| cheering | |
| Uhh , yeah , c' mon , Black Rob | |
| Where Black Rob at? | |
| PD world tourer , Harlem horror | |
| We back | |
| Yeah ya, ya, y' all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time | |
| So what you gon do now? | |
| Sorry, let' s go | |
| CHORUS: P Diddy | |
| Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this mother ing ball drops | |
| Snatchin all props | |
| Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob' ly | |
| But we aint tryin na hurt nobody we aint tryin na hurt nobody | |
| We just tryin na 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 | |
| You 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 aint even put it on yet | |
| Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon | |
| 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 mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen | |
| Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, 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, cuz right now I see the profit | |
| Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it | |
| Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics | |
| And I' ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it | |
| That' s real, I' ma 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 aint 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 aint had guns I probably woudn' t of 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 | |
| ing 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 | |
| Aint 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 | |
| Ayo Paul, get the Bent let' s get the up outta here | |
| CHORUS 2X |
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