Diddy

Yeah, it's Bad Boy, baby (yeah)

Neptunes (uhm, uhm c'mon)

And we won't stop (I like this one here)

'Cause we can't stop (c'mon)

Yeah, let me tell you something

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich

Chillin' with this chick, named Tondalea

Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her

She wasn't fond of players

Only wanted ballers to spoil her

Six figures and camcorders

So what you trying to tell me, dear?

I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere

And I just want to blow your mind

I'm talkin' literally blow your mind (c'mon)

My repertoire is Ménage Trois

And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars

And it ain't no stop to this

I can't help it, I'm an optimist

And I'ma make ya head bop to this

And at the end you gon' rock to this

Now say my name, c'mon

The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y

The D, the I, the D

It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (that's crazy)

The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y

The D, the I, the D

It's Diddy (hold up), it's Diddy (say what?)

Ay yo, I came in the door, I said it before

I never let the ladies hypnotize me no more

But, back to the manuscript

'Cause I don't think you can handle this

From New York to Los Angles

I think the whole world is scandalous

I'm just trying to keep the candles lit

Let the party people dance to this

Get out your seat and clap your hands to this

Because I came too far for me to be bourgeois

It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car

So Branson pass me a jar

'Cause these cats done went too far

One phone call send two cars

And still get searched by security guards (that's right)

I guess that's what I have to do

Take the game international

Now what you call me?

The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y