' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it So there y'all have it Words from a wise great king We love it when
译文: 吹牛老爹. 我们坤'做它.
changin But Lord knows that we gon' make it Oooooooooooooooooooh [Diddy - over Chorus] The world famous As we proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It
B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's
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 it
s like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's get it where it
's make love, while we listen to Frank White So tight, now I understand life [Chorus: Ginuwine, Mario Winans & P. Diddy] What I need ([P. Diddy:] Yeah
before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
to where P.D. is I'm on it, act like they want it, I'm'll bring the heat Just let me know the place we plan to meet And I'm in it sure as your heart
it (You couldn't handle it) [Verse 3: G. Dep (P.Diddy)] Yo! At the end of the day what a playa 'gon do? (Badboy) You got love for me, It's how supposed
alamin (Oooohh) We gettin' arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money Bismillahi r-rahmani r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh) We gettin'
then what you gon' say (What we gon' tell 'em man?) We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier) We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier) Everybody sing it
gon' say (What we gon' tell 'em man?) We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier) We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier) Everybody sing it
Yo, all the fans we love y'all We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion Below in the celing wood
And if we don't know ya we touch ya If you buck we bustin' Then throw it up in the club for the fuck of it It's 'Berg (Tity Boi) Yeah, it's Tity Boi,
want it, you could find us in Texas Never gon leave, cause we love Texas Everything big, up in Texas By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas [Bun B] It
in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like it's (No Limit) This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? {"Put some money on it"} This is for you rap stars
