Puff Daddy - PD World Tour lyrics

[cheering] Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer , Harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon do now? Sorry, let's go CHORUS: P Diddy Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherf**ing ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly But we ain't tryin na hurt nobody (we ain't tryin na hurt nobody) We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado) You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest [Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure , mo morals Small sh** it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my n***as I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That sh** flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech and I ain't even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the d**h, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck CHORUS [Black Rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pa** and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with bra** knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream sh**'s been tried before, my sh**'s stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it Show me some ho somewhere in the tropics And I'mma s** the p**y till she beg me to stop it That's real, I'mma tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We ain't mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my n***as roll, if you was seein his dough You'd be the same baby CHORUS [P Diddy] Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all ain't had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don f**ing ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Ain't sh** changed, same sh** stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the f** up outta here CHORUS 2X