I Got the Power Lyrics
| Song | I Got the Power |
| Artist | Diddy |
| Album | No Way Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Combs, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| Verse One: Demon | |
| My click is in it til it's over, never sober | |
| Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover | |
| Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger | |
| The young Don, the Heron mover | |
| You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle | |
| Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle | |
| So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz | |
| Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas | |
| Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop | |
| Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered | |
| Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money | |
| It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny | |
| Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give | |
| But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po | |
| Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa | |
| Yo, it's the style see it's still the same | |
| And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane | |
| Papi know my face, so he don't expect it | |
| Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it | |
| Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him | |
| He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him | |
| I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept | |
| I take my last breath every time I hit the meth | |
| It's the D to the E, M to the O N | |
| Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin | |
| Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap | |
| Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat | |
| Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine | |
| From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine | |
| Chorus: Puff Daddy | |
| I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit | |
| That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit | |
| That nigga that you can't get along wit | |
| Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit | |
| That nigga that you see in the videos | |
| That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes | |
| That nigga that'll die for his main man | |
| That nigga with the gettin money gameplan | |
| Verse Two: Jadakiss | |
| Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? | |
| When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get | |
| I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up | |
| And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup | |
| Mr. Jacob without the Ladder | |
| It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup | |
| nobody badder, since the, baby finksta | |
| I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter | |
| Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips | |
| Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip | |
| Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip | |
| Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb | |
| Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone | |
| Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? | |
| Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Sheek | |
| You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car | |
| Tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are | |
| You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us | |
| Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish | |
| Bad Boys, and we all eat together | |
| When it go down, then we draw heat together | |
| Since I made the connection with the big man | |
| I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land | |
| Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped | |
| And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that | |
| Enjoy life, what are you sayin? | |
| If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin | |
| Anything to do with money you can count J in | |
| Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin | |
| Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop | |
| Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox | |
| Chorus (fades) |
| zuo ci : Combs, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| Verse One: Demon | |
| My click is in it til it' s over, never sober | |
| Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover | |
| Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger | |
| The young Don, the Heron mover | |
| You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle | |
| Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle | |
| So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz | |
| Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas | |
| Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop | |
| Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered | |
| Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money | |
| It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny | |
| Black I' m tryin to live, somethin got to give | |
| But everyday' s the same old, runnin from popo | |
| Mom think I' m loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa | |
| Yo, it' s the style see it' s still the same | |
| And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane | |
| Papi know my face, so he don' t expect it | |
| Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it | |
| Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him | |
| He just another motherfucker, ain' t no love in him | |
| I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept | |
| I take my last breath every time I hit the meth | |
| It' s the D to the E, M to the O N | |
| Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin | |
| Don' t you see the shorty with the baseball cap | |
| Don' t make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat | |
| Best to brace yo' gat, ' fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine | |
| From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine | |
| Chorus: Puff Daddy | |
| I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can' t fuck wit | |
| That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit | |
| That nigga that you can' t get along wit | |
| Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit | |
| That nigga that you see in the videos | |
| That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes | |
| That nigga that' ll die for his main man | |
| That nigga with the gettin money gameplan | |
| Verse Two: Jadakiss | |
| Haven' t you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? | |
| When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get | |
| I' m only sizin you niggaz from the waist up | |
| And I ain' t, wettin no parts you can' t touch with makeup | |
| Mr. Jacob without the Ladder | |
| It don' t matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup | |
| nobody badder, since the, baby finksta | |
| I was in the playpen waitin for kids to enter | |
| Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips | |
| Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip | |
| Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip | |
| Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb | |
| Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone | |
| Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? | |
| Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Sheek | |
| You don' t really wanna get involved, with the LOX car | |
| Tellers, Goodfellas, that' s who we are | |
| You can' t outsell us, it ain' t shit you could tell us | |
| Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish | |
| Bad Boys, and we all eat together | |
| When it go down, then we draw heat together | |
| Since I made the connection with the big man | |
| I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land | |
| Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped | |
| And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that | |
| Enjoy life, what are you sayin? | |
| If the DA ain' t got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin | |
| Anything to do with money you can count J in | |
| Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain' t playin | |
| Cream of the crop, and we ain' t never gonna stop | |
| Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox | |
| Chorus fades |
| zuò cí : Combs, Jacobs, Phillips ... | |
| Verse One: Demon | |
| My click is in it til it' s over, never sober | |
| Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover | |
| Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger | |
| The young Don, the Heron mover | |
| You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle | |
| Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle | |
| So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz | |
| Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas | |
| Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop | |
| Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered | |
| Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money | |
| It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny | |
| Black I' m tryin to live, somethin got to give | |
| But everyday' s the same old, runnin from popo | |
| Mom think I' m loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa | |
| Yo, it' s the style see it' s still the same | |
| And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane | |
| Papi know my face, so he don' t expect it | |
| Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it | |
| Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him | |
| He just another motherfucker, ain' t no love in him | |
| I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept | |
| I take my last breath every time I hit the meth | |
| It' s the D to the E, M to the O N | |
| Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin | |
| Don' t you see the shorty with the baseball cap | |
| Don' t make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat | |
| Best to brace yo' gat, ' fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine | |
| From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine | |
| Chorus: Puff Daddy | |
| I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can' t fuck wit | |
| That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit | |
| That nigga that you can' t get along wit | |
| Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit | |
| That nigga that you see in the videos | |
| That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes | |
| That nigga that' ll die for his main man | |
| That nigga with the gettin money gameplan | |
| Verse Two: Jadakiss | |
| Haven' t you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? | |
| When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get | |
| I' m only sizin you niggaz from the waist up | |
| And I ain' t, wettin no parts you can' t touch with makeup | |
| Mr. Jacob without the Ladder | |
| It don' t matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup | |
| nobody badder, since the, baby finksta | |
| I was in the playpen waitin for kids to enter | |
| Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips | |
| Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip | |
| Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip | |
| Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb | |
| Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone | |
| Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? | |
| Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Sheek | |
| You don' t really wanna get involved, with the LOX car | |
| Tellers, Goodfellas, that' s who we are | |
| You can' t outsell us, it ain' t shit you could tell us | |
| Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish | |
| Bad Boys, and we all eat together | |
| When it go down, then we draw heat together | |
| Since I made the connection with the big man | |
| I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land | |
| Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped | |
| And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that | |
| Enjoy life, what are you sayin? | |
| If the DA ain' t got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin | |
| Anything to do with money you can count J in | |
| Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain' t playin | |
| Cream of the crop, and we ain' t never gonna stop | |
| Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox | |
| Chorus fades |
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