Sitting Home (bad Boy Remix) Lyrics

Sitting Home (bad Boy Remix) lyrics

f/ Shyne, Puff Daddy



[Puff Daddy]

The man ya'll been waitin' to hear

Check him out



[Shyne]

Let it be understood, Bad Boy run this

>From Brooklyn to AT, they pump this

Got you in the head with this gun shell

Yeah, I know... I be on some dumb shit

>From the cold killa niggas that air the block out

Them chinchilla broads that wear your cock out

Cost her ten mil, now it's me you see hop out

Stop playin', game over like the lock-out

Serious shit, I'm the baddest Bad Boy, imperial shit

Me and Q double L from the 4 period 6, knockin Total

? flava, no doubt



[Pam] (Puffy)

I'm gettin' tired of bein' tired of your ways (c'mon)

You haven't come home or even called me today (this is the remix)

And you don't know the pain when I'm feelin' alone 

I'm callin' out your name when you're not even home 

(yeah, yeah yeah yeah)



[Kima]

And I need you with me babe

Can't see you leavin' me babe

Cuz I don't know no other road I would go

And I hope your feelings change

Come bring your lovin' back to me

So I can give you all you need and much more

Oh, I'm sittin'



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    Sittin' home waitin' for you

    Starin' at these walls is all I do

    I try my best to be good to you

    But you're never around when I'm in the mood



[Keisha] (Puffy)

All my friends think that I am your fool (talk to me Keisha)

And since you have been gone, I been thinkin' so too

Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong 

(you ain't doin' nothin' wrong)

We should stay together cuz our love is so strong (I feel ya)



[Kima] (Puffy)

And I need you with me babe

Can't see you leavin' me babe

Cuz I don't know no other road I would go

And I hope your feelings change

Come bring your lovin' back to me

So I can give you what you want and much more

Oh, I'm sittin' (Shyne, talk to me one time)



[Shyne]

I think it's only right I live the beat

I was on some multi-platinum melody tone

Shoot, they 'bout to bury me homes

Carry it home, pencil bars and continental laws

Coincidental? Nah

I was meant to do this

My speaches as a fetus get you at your z-lift, you beatless

I made one, you lightweight, I made tons

You betta off countin' stars, then them hoes that I make cum

Hot to def, I ain't talkin' rhymes

I'm talkin' 'bout this vest, TEK and the coat to cover it all

From the veteran ?, VK the 2-5

Nigga, Shyne is too live

Say you betta? Nigga you lie

Wanna be me? You can't fit the shoe size

Them hoes? Bruised eyes

Young Don from, ummm, Brook-lon



Repeat 1 to fade