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Artist:Black Rob F/ Puff Daddy
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:PD World Tour
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:472
 
Lyrics:[cheering]
Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer ,
Harlem horror
We back
Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long
time
So what you gon do now?
Sorry, let's 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 prob'ly
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 Harlem's 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 it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas
I
figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's
unlisted
The wizard like Juwan Howard
I drop the bomb when you want test the Don
power
It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin
My team some sick cats fresh from
Ward's Island
I'm 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
Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all
I
mean I'm 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 I'ma suck the pussy till she
beg me to stop it
That's real, I'ma 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 that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough
You'd 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
Can't underestimate me I beg your
pardon
If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron
But unfortunately
it's 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, y'all cats is real silly
What I gotta do sell another ten
milly
It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down
It's 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 I'm on to ya

Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula
And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe
Ayo
Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here

CHORUS 2X
 
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