Back For Good Now Lyrics

Back For Good Now lyrics

[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