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[P. Diddy Talkin' Intro]
Dipset motherfuckas
Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy
Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind
AHHH!!!!
[Hook - Jha Jha]
[2x]
What u been drankin on
What u been sippin on
What got u bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on
[1x]
Cuz u aint drunk hoe
U aint drunk hoe
U aint ridin u aint live u aint drunk hoe
[Verse 1 - Jha Jha]
I was up in the club vibin, sippin on sizzurp vibin
Gettin a lil flow fo' my man wanna just slow to the jamz these girls wanna start wylin
They gots to start trippin, they got the crowd listenin,
U know the type wanna get into a fight when it's light them chiks just need attention
They playin "Get from Round", im sayin get from round me
If u spill that drink on my brand new mink imma split every bitch that's round me
We can buck if u want to
Im the type that'll give u what u want boo
Yall chicks cant stand me
I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait til' I bust to the roof
[Hook - P. Diddy]
[1x]
Cuz u aint drunk nigga
U aint drunk nigga
Til' that sizzurp and henny is in yo cup nigga
[1x]
What u been sippin on?
What u been hittin on?
U see them chicks in Bakinies we spillin Chrisses on
[Verse 2 - P. Diddy]
(Call me Diddy) Lets ride that out
Stop that talk outside your mouth
I'll put guys outside your house
We the hottest in the south
Badboy, Dipset
Baby girl, get ya lips wet
Maybach like that shoffa
Money aint to far from Oprah's
U should've seen what I paid my shoffer
It's e-nuff to buy u a roster
This toaster, supposed to, take u on a rollercoaster
U aint poppin like Diddy baby, Im rockin wit Diddy baby
The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 mothafucka...
[Hook - Jim Jones]
[1x]
What U been drinkin on
Who U been smokin with
What got U actin all silly doin stupid shit
[1x]
Cuz U aint drunk nigga
U little fuck nigga
U aint bad, U's a fagg, U aint tough nigga
[Verse 3 - Jim Jones]
Yall Know the deal,
Long john shirt don't show the steel
Ski mask when we gone to kill
We blast and U know we will
We dont mash just olds-mobiles
Ride to ya block slow as hell
Look for U fucks than unload the shells,
A nigga get caught than please post bell
G's up to my homies in jail
Know how it be that lonley S.L.
Full of turf that smokey S.L.
U cookin it than u goin to hell
Im witta bitch in the front seat holdin the steal
Doc, Im so foreal
Move the candy ring to get the candycane,
For them pretty Range Rova wheels
[Hook - Paul Wall]
[1x]
What U been sippin on?
Whats in that white cup?
It's that memphissing, co-dean, not purple tub!
[1x]
Cuz U aint leanin bitch
U aint co-deanin bitch
That cup and money, U aint high, U aint sleepy bitch
[Verse 3 - Paul Wall]
Cock the 4, hold the duce
Mix the sprite made a juice
Prepare to lean off that co-dean
Prescription call it syrup gettin ya loose
White cup that's full of that oil
Texas T we call it drank
Sittin sidewayz on them 4's lavish drippin wet candy paint
Who's the man, who's the G
Houston southside 7 1 3
Im on the block that we call south-lee
Sippin oil with the thugs and G's
Paul Wall what U know about me
Im on the grind and Im slangin leash
When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show U how to make a sprite remix
[Music Fades As P. Diddy talkin......]
Dipset, BadBoy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall...
They call me diddy!...Harlem ''stand up''
Dirty South ''stand up'', ''Midwest stand up''
Westcoast ''stand up''....Yeaah... (Come On, Come On)
[Fades Out....]
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