Back for Good Now lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Back for Good Now
 


[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it
is

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo, back on the
scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin'
wild things
Whippin' something mean
The
whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For
sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world
tour
When we hit the sick, I'm the cure
We
'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the
floor
Ain't nobody botherin' you
All I'm
thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
Immigration
always sayin' I'm harboring a few
Illegal
aliens
Females, mostly Latins and
Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I'm
the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof
on the Coupe D'Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask
niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin' for the loot
to steal
He determined
Don't try to touch
Bad Boy, cause we burnin'
I want my
glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain't got
?
Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole
intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO
percent
Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt
Tired
of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather
be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin'
prayers
Not only sayin' mine, but sayin'
theirs
That's cause my dawgs ain't
there

Chorus: x2
The more hits we make,
more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas
get concerned
It don't matter who's hot, who's
out
Bad Boy is Back For Good
Now

[Loon]
Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the
plane
Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off
my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O
degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin'
but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu
breeze
Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens
So
cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please
I
stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit
the bar, yo, it's all on me
Pop bottles,
models, be all on me
You all gon' see how it's
all gon' be
Front on me and see where you all
gon' be
Six feet deep
When the heat seek,
niggas be misty
From 155th to 11Oth
Street
Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck
want a problem now?

Chorus x2

[P.
Diddy]
See this is the part I like right
here
I like when I see everybody on the dance
floor
Yeah, I see y'all, just shakin' your
asses
C'mon, hold on, I need to break it
down
Yeah
One time like this

Now
would you clap your hands
Your hands you
clap
If your girl's outta place then your girl
get tapped
Niggas keep thinkin' Diddy ain't on
it like that
But you never see me standing on
the corner like that
Cause, I'm talented, yes
I'm gifted
Never boosted, never
shoplifted
Forget get the cash, the money
ain't nuthin'
Cause everything I talk about,
you know I ain't frontin'
I rock Sean John
everyday
Boutiques from France to the
USA
And I make all the chips off the hits I
invent
So it really doesn't matter how much I
spent
Cause, I'm droppin' hits
Daily
You
burn me?
Really?
Think Bad Boy been played a
million times
And I don't care if niggas write
a billion rhymes
Damn, we still
payed!

We still payed!
Yeah, we got it
made!

[Loon]
Aiyyo, this game ain't
stoppin'
We champagne poppin'
Girl, I got
shit that your man ain't coppin'
You could hop
in when your man ain't watchin'
Give you one
option, temperature's droppin'
Gettin' cold,
control your soul when I'm locked in
You the
type of chick that fold when you boxed
in
Signals my watch and givin' you more
reasons to hop in
This is a Bentley, not a
Datsun
Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not
him
Your man got a lot to learn
But you
could leave with the cat if you that
concerned
One day you gon' actually
learn
But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to
burn
I stay on my J-O-B
Nigga, me, P. Diddy,
B. R-O-B

[P. Diddy]
The fam baby, Bad
Boy

Chorus x4

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, I
want to dedicate this to everybody that been down
with us
From day one
Shakin' them asses on
the dance floor
That's all we're tryin' to
do
Mo' money, no mo' problems
2OO1, Bad Boy
forever