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Black Rob - Pd World Tour
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Featuring puff daddy [cheering] Uhh , yeah , cmon , black rob Where black rob at? Pd world tourer , harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, yall thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon do now? Sorry, lets go Chorus: p diddy Yo black rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the ducati , cats schemin probly But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody) We just tryin na make it clear , there b.r. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado) You highness , (your highness) , black rob , spanish harlems finest [black rob] I be the pd world tourer , harlem horror Catch me in a lex 470 or the explorer The underworld figure , mo morals Small shit its only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure Im the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it , its off the hook , its unlisted The wizard like juwan howard I drop the bomb when you want test the don power Its on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from wards island Im sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu B.r., natural born threat He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the death, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck Chorus [black rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of bk with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like ben vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shits been tried before, my shits stress, with no lactose at all I mean Im just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics And ima suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it Thats real, ima tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And thats the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough Youd be the same baby Chorus [p diddy] Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Cant underestimate me I beg your pardon If yall aint had guns I probably woudnt of brought my squadron But unfortunately its that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me pd, holy like koran Rockin sean john, poppin sean don Fucking ghetto don juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, yall cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly Its crazy how they all fall down, all balls down Its hectic so I send black to come and check it Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that Im on to ya Your handsll never touch my bad boy formula And this year, Im gonna hit em severe Ayo paul, get the bent lets get the fuck up outta here Chorus 2x
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