feat. P. Diddy
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] + (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)
Niggaz 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)
(???) (This Bad Boy!)
(???) can't see (We won't stop, yeah!)
[Chorus *with 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] + (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+, Tupac ya nigga (Who shot ya)
"Ready to Die", "All Eyes" on the project nigga (Yeah)
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz
I can't help it, I'm a violent nigga *whispers*: silence
If you fucking wit the violence nigga
That chain, if you ain't dizzy, you ain't stylin nigga
[Chorus *with last two lines of Ness* - Chopper]
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] + (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
Niggaz 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 niggaz worry me (Uh uh)
I'ma stay thugged out til they bury me (Yeah)
When they do, I can't wait to see buried B
I'ma dirty south nigga from the dirty streets
Get crunk, get buck, get the fuck off ya feet
[Chorus *with last two lines of Chopper* - 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] + (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 niggaz 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)
I'm hungry, 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] 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 TV
[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!
