Total - Sitting Home (Bad Boy Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Shyne, Puff Daddy)[Puff Daddy]The man ya'll been waitin' to hearCheck him out[Shyne]Let it be understood, Bad Boy run thisFrom Brooklyn to AT, they pump thisGot you in the head with this gun shellYeah, I know... I be on some dumb shitFrom the cold killa niggas that air the block outThem chinchilla broads that wear your ***** outCost her ten mil, now it's me you see hop outStop playin', game over like the lock-outSerious shit, I'm the baddest Bad Boy, imperial shitMe and Q double L from the 4 period 6, knockin Total? flava, no doubt[Pam (Puffy)]I'm gettin' tired of bein' tired of your ways (c'mon)You haven't come home or even called me today (this is the remix)And you don't know the pain when I'm feelin' alone I'm callin' out your name when you're not even home (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)[Kima]And I need you with me babeCan't see you leavin' me babeCuz I don't know no other road I would goAnd I hope your feelings changeCome bring your lovin' back to meSo I can give you all you need and much moreOh, I'm sittin'[1: Total]Sittin' home waitin' for youStarin' at these walls is all I doI try my best to be good to youBut you're never around when I'm in the mood[Keisha (Puffy)]All my friends think that I am your fool (talk to me Keisha)And since you have been gone, I been thinkin' so tooJust tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong (you ain't doin' nothin' wrong)We should stay together cuz our love is so strong (I feel ya)[Kima (Puffy)]And I need you with me babeCan't see you leavin' me babeCuz I don't know no other road I would goAnd I hope your feelings changeCome bring your lovin' back to meSo I can give you what you want and much moreOh, I'm sittin' (Shyne, talk to me one time)[Shyne]I think it's only right I live the beatI was on some multi-platinum melody toneShoot, they 'bout to bury me homesCarry it home, pencil bars and continental lawsCoincidental? NahI was meant to do thisMy speaches as a fetus get you at your z-lift, you beatlessI made one, you lightweight, I made tonsYou betta off countin' stars, then them hoes that I make cumHot to def, I ain't talkin' rhymesI'm talkin' 'bout this vest, TEK and the coat to cover it allFrom the veteran ?, VK the 2-5Nigga, Shyne is too liveSay you betta? Nigga you lieWanna be me? You can't fit the shoe sizeThem hoes? Bruised eyesYoung Don from, ummm, Brook-lon[1: to fade]
