Puff Daddy And we Letras:
[P. Diddy over music]

Cmon wit it.. We In The House Now for Sure!
Check us out now... Bad Boy Baby... This is
where I come in... Its a New day... Tha Sun dont
shine forever... Thats right... You know the
rest... ooAAAHHHHH!!!!!

[P. Diddy]

I aint not joke, I used to let the mic smoke,
Now Im like "Kain, Dep, and Rob make
sures" (Thats Right), The most around come
through toast your town, Im'a a Bad Boy Poster
Child (Bad Boy Baby!), Now fool around girl do
somethin wit it, Now thats cool girl move somthin
wit it, And anything I talk I live it, And
everything's worth like winnin (I like dat! I like
dat)

[Black Rob] (Yeah) Now Its a Bad Boy Mission,
And we got the good share (Eh), Play to em left
cause my right's my good ear (Eh), Tryina reach
levels of an ill subblyminal, Hoes love the fact
that Im a criminal, The movie Im facin, Cutie
look asian one night, I betchu she be off tha
hook praisin Im,

[P.Diddy and Black Rob] Soooo, Amazing, She's
been waitin',

Chorus [P.Diddy and (Foxy Brown)] And We... We
gon' take the crown easy, And We... We Kill in
them clubs, please believe me, And We... Cmon!
(Rock L.A. To New Heezy), And We... And we can
get fly or get greasy And We... Cmon! (We pull
up on them big things) And We... Cmon! (We make
they ass and hit screens), And We... Blind em
wit tha bling, And We... Rock ya body Rock Rock
You Body body,

[Big Azz] The Untouch It, Put you on your butt
quick, The same thing you was taught not to fuck
wit, Fontaine, the flame the game wit the pain,
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Maintain the same Ma frame I came wit, Same shit
new day Same language, New pay checks rep wit a
tech like sway, The shit round my neck like grey,
And think what your chick might say (Cmon now)
(BAD BOY!)

[P. Diddy] My aim's has change the game code,
Been doin this since chains became gold, I hold
flows that paint like Van Gogh's, Leave niggas
all wet up stank like manholes (OOH!), Choppin it
down, cockin it pound, Black (?) Vacate, Niggas
lockin ya town

[Craig Mack] (P. Diddy Over Craig Mack) Aiyyo
dont try to play me, For the same same sing, (As
We Proceed To Give You What You Need OAHH!!) Mad
niggas (?)

Chorus

[Ko-Kaine] Spit dat fever flow, Fast slow
either o, Keep bad on the Need To Know, Freeze
dat silk milk seats, Wit (?) Y'all can get beats
speak to go, Let them speakers blow, Stop actin
like a half a fag, You dont wanna be shittin in a
plastic bag, Got a mint green mink wit a matchin
jag, Bad Boy Bitch! Laugh at that!
(Motherfucker!)

[Foxy Brown] I thought I told you dat we wont
stop, I thought I told you Fox stay shotgun in
the drop, Take that rap game Im write dat, And
everything I feel I state that, Im blatant like
that (She blatant like that!), Cant feel bouncin
right back, Fuck ya bitches hatin like dat, Ya
niggas take heave when Fox rap, Bitches wanna
dress just like dat, Tha Sean John dress just
like dat?, And I dont be frontin like dat, I
might just cop the hatchback, Push the Bentley
top back, A Bad Girl at heart, Shouldve made a
move from da start, Bitch, front up at tha line,
(Motherfucker!)

[G-Dep] You know I started the trend, Be the
1st wit reversable rims, So the insides matchin
the Tims, Make em say No Fear, Try to ball Ima
end ya career, Like a can of Lysol, Put my name
in the air, Say it dont spray it, Might them wet
them up, Push the panic button, Dont press your
luck, Loaded name G-Dep, From Ghetto Dependin,
Im in the ghetto like carborators and engine,

Chorus

[P. Diddy] Let's Go, Dont Stop, Let's Go,
Dont Stop, Let's Go, Dont Stop, We Startin Over
Letras: And we Puff Daddy [final]