Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

[Intro - P. Diddy] + (Fred) Bad Boy baby (Ooooh) We the last standin' check the records (Da Band, baby) Check the score Da Band the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1 - Babs aka Babs Bunny] + (P. Diddy) Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra (Haha) Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car (Yeah) Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar (Come on) Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed (Yeah) Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules You got a problem (Uh), come see the girl, I'll solve'em (That's right) Big belly bitches we starve 'em (Let's go, come on) Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin' Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin' (Ahh!) You a thug, why you keep on talkin (What?), let's get it crackin' (Come on) Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen I got this, Diddy done let me out (Yeah) Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (Come on) My year, now so you girls betta leave (This Bad Boy!) Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep (We won't stop, yeah!) [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Babs* - Ness] All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat [Verse 2 - Ness aka Elliott Ness] + (P. Diddy) I'ma changed man, since I made the band Nobody, gave a damn, no one gave a hand (Uh uh, that's right) Made man, made the band, wave ya hands Rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band (Whoooo) Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (Whoo) Go somewhere, and be a maintnence man, a janitor Dog don't blame me, blame ya manager Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga +Who Shot Ya+, +Biggie Smalls+, 2Pac ya nigga (Who shot ya) "Ready to Die", "All Eyes" on the project nigga (Yeah) You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggas I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence You fuckin wit the wildest nigga That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Ness* - Choppa] All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat [Verse 3 - Choppa aka Young City] + (P. Diddy) There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin' (Choppa, let's go) Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it (Hahaha) If you bout it then throw it up Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up Now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya You, run in that water now ya life is in danger (Yeah) Ride wit the underworld, that keep bangers Niggas that be off that frail, them beef bringers (Bad Boy baby, yeah) Picture a nigga tryin' to carry me It won't happen, I won't let you niggas worry me (Uh, uh) I'ma stay thugged out til they bury me (Yeah) When they do, I can't wait to see Barry B I'ma Dirty South nigga from the dirty streets Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet [Chorus *w/ last two lines of Choppa* - Fred] All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because [Verse 4 - Fred aka Miami] + (P. Diddy) Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin' (Come on) I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his coffin Lord forgive me, but these niggas is playin' wit the boss man (Yeah) You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (Come on man) I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin' (Yeah) Man homeboy that's y'all man (Let's go) Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game (I'm here baby) I'm +Bad+, but not a +Boy+, I got a part of his name (Let's go) And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya chain Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo brain (Yeah) A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I mean (Mean it) I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them things (Hahaha) Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team [Ness + Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Choppa + Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Babs] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (Holla!) [Outro] [Fred] Da Band, Da Band [Puff] Da Band, 2003 [Fred] Fire! Fire! [Puff] Too Hot For T.V [Fred] Too hot to hold in the headphones this time [Puff] Too hot to hold to cold to fold, come on, and now [Fred] Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king [Puff] I'm here baby! Miami! Choppa City! Babs! Sara! Dylan! Ness! [Fred] Fire! yeah [Puff] And we won't stop [Fred] Da Band, fire! [Puff] Yeah!