throw it back, boy Cuz you been a bad boy Teach you tricks and show you how to act How to act, uh huh huh (repeat) You're used to your way Boy, it's a new
on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas Do things
We are the voices of our parents bad choices The aftermath of divorces The kids of bitter split ups And baby sitters Grand parents that don't know what to do with us And the last thing
s get it in, girl So let's get it in, girl Yeah, so what's up baby? What you tryin' to do? I mean, take a chance for once in your life You gotta do new things to get new
you, sir Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new
you fucking wasnt Youre such a fucking loser He didnt even go to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad
worry about what they say 'Cause they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things in
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
, you feel me, you feel me? So Bad Boy, so Bad Boy, I'm richer bitch I got a brand new flow, man, soul cleansed Got a brand new soul, man 'Cause lightnin
permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things low-low They don't really know, though Bad
wasting bucks You're better off making sure papi know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things
so fly Mult-I, so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi All day the niggas from New York to Norway My name hold more weight than Broadway You like the way I do the things
with the chrome fifth, playin my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new
tootsie roll (We still here, keep it up, keep it up) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR (keep it up, keep, keep, keep it up) [Black Rob] I had this bad bitch
, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new
that you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." [P.
, I'm Diddy, no tint I can't hide in New York City I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on
New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York
