Puff Daddy - I'll Do This For You Lyrics
[puffy] (mase) |kelly|Yeah, we up now, yeah (uh cmon)Yeah, we up now (uh, uh cmon)We up now |baby, I like it|Yeah, yeah (uh, uh cmon)(uh uh cmon) |i like it babe|(uh uh cmon)(cmon cmon cmon)Theyre back[puffy]Yo, now nobody party like we partyYou wouldnt know till you cats see me partyI hardly sip bacardiSo your clique think a nigga to pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh)But chicks think when they see I be a v.i.p. d-i-double d-yBe the cat that kick back, bring all the stars outSame cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep)All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep)Dont know whatchall bout but Im livin it upTen mill yeah, Im bigger than whatSo you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin it up (they got to)They know why everything I touch is so flyMult-i so I stay swimmin in cho-chiAll day the niggas from new york to norwayMy name hold more weight than broadway1 - [kelly price]You like the way I do the things I doIts all for youNo way to fill my shoesCuz all I do, I do for youThe more cheddar, the more betterEver since I was young I was a go-getterAnd you should know better to call puff the coketellerKnowin Im a hummer wholesalerAnd you should know thisIm a poet, got money wont show itIm like russell plus I got the right hussleTalk slick, I might bust youWatch your manners, I be on the camerasI be the next cat down in atlantisOr pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrificHop in the van shop when we landDont worry bout the pilot chattin in the choppers my manI aint only from harlem, Im from the heartlandWhen I got problems I send in a dark vanCats in the street treat me like a mob manBeen number one so much, call me mr. chart manRepeat 1Yo, I tried to hold back, I cant hold backYall could be all that, I want it all backI sat back, let niggas get they doughI played the cut and let niggas rip they showSip they mo, watch niggas pop they crisCop they whip, brag about they watch and shitBut watch this shit, imma put a stop to thisI got to flip, the vs niggas pop the shit, come onAnd I been copped the six, been droppin hitsBeen rock my wrist, and flood my dialThese haters be hatin, but love my styleAnd ladies go crazy, they love my smileP. diddy the man push bentley sedan, niggaGet money, thats simply the planTrue chocolate mack whos pockets fatYou wanna rock nigga, rock to that with bad boyRepeat 1 while:[mase] (puffy)Yep yep, all outYep yep, h worldYep yep, bad boyYep yep, wanna blowYep yep, Im a problemYep yep, can I beYep yep, crime famYep yep, suga sugaUh uh uhUh uh uhUh uh uhUh uh, uh uh (yeah, we up now)Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that)Uh uh uh uh uhAll out, we back we back(we gon see what you could do now cuz we up now)Yeah baby stase, blinky blink(its our time, come on, come on, come on, come on)
