(feat. P. Diddy) [P. Diddy - talking] Yeah There's three things I like about the summertime Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love Yeah Hey yo, B
Check, check, check.. out my melody special you think your special you do i can see it in your eyes i can see it when you laugh at me look down on me
P. Diddy: You ready. It's time for you to speak up Bad Boy Baby Whitney Houston As we procede Whitney: Well, well, well, well Hey Whoooo Chorus: Why
(Yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin' no more names You soon expire, no pain (Heh, nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up
One day you gon' actually learn But not now 'cause, girl, I got tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
I've seen a lot of things in my life A lot of ups and downs Made a lot of mistakes No matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my
(1,2,1,2,3,4) Diddy: uh, yea,uh (1,2,1,2,3,4) Fergie: Tell me if you thinkin bout thinkin' what I'm thinkin bout Diddy: That's only if you thinkin
[Carl Thomas] (Faith Evans) Uh, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah (Emotional) I always dreamed that everything would be okay With me and you, but I
It's Bad Boy (Do it do it do it do it, do it do it do it) It feels good to be back (Do it do it do it do it, do it do it do it) I missed ya Relax your
Bad Boy, we ain't gon' stop Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right)
Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Hear my cries Hear my call Lend me your ears
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the
Yeah, come on Can I get a lick? Come on, yeah, can I get a lick? Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy:] Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q, Mike
(Diddy) You gonna believe me now though Tryin' to get up in your body your spirit take your soul (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep in your world
rich You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you
Stop Just Come on now Just Sometimes I just Get out ya I just feel so confused No don't do that I just wanna know how you feel Don't do it I love you
