Back for Good Now Lyrics
| Song | Back for Good Now |
| Artist | Diddy |
| Album | The Saga Continues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Archer, Beavers, Christo ... | |
| (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 *****t, they been decieving you | |
| Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville | |
| Shoot to kill | |
| Ask *****s, 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, *****s 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, *****s be misty | |
| From 155th to 11Oth Street | |
| Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the ***** 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 | |
| *****s 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 *****s 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 *****t 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 | |
| *****, 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 |
| zuo ci : Archer, Beavers, Christo ... | |
| 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 Israelians | |
| The top story, evening news | |
| I' m the t, they been decieving you | |
| Drop the roof on the Coupe D' Ville | |
| Shoot to kill | |
| Ask s, 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 nbsp? | |
| 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, s 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 | |
| MIA | |
| 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, s be misty | |
| From 155th to 11Oth Street | |
| Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the 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 | |
| s 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 s 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 t 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 JOB | |
| , me, P. Diddy, B. ROB | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Archer, Beavers, Christo ... | |
| 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 Israelians | |
| The top story, evening news | |
| I' m the t, they been decieving you | |
| Drop the roof on the Coupe D' Ville | |
| Shoot to kill | |
| Ask s, 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 nbsp? | |
| 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, s 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 | |
| MIA | |
| 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, s be misty | |
| From 155th to 11Oth Street | |
| Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the 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 | |
| s 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 s 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 t 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 JOB | |
| , me, P. Diddy, B. ROB | |
| 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 |
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