get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road Get going I gotta get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road
away I love my baby, I love my baby (I'm ready, so ready) Take me away I love my baby, I love my baby I just wanna see you in the morning 'Cause loving
how you got things in control come and sit across my lap there some things you need to know i got that g-good lovin have you buggin in the zone better have you goin
these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my sign
, goin' nowhere We can't be stopped now 'cause it's Bad Boy for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin' nowhere Uh-huh,uh-huh, what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we
like Yung Joc I'm the talk of the town Lightin' up 50 rounds Meet me in a circle everybody it's goin down Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic And
get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. spoken
thought? [G. Dep - Chorus] Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get
s goin' on? What's goin' on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin' on? What
CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get
block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get
you Get ya dance on Love the way you make the moves with no pants on Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the
' We ain't, goin' nowhere, we ain't, goin' nowhere We can't be stopped now, 'cause it's Bad Boy for life We ain't, goin' nowhere, we ain't, goin' nowhere
to do this shit I got a bitch that loves to G She'll fuck you right after she fucks me I got a bitch who loves both I got a bitch who loves handcuffs
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
off the top, what's my sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or
6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love '