म्यूज़िक वीडियो
म्यूज़िक वीडियो
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Neptunes
Programming
P. Diddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Edward Hugo
Songwriter
Chauncey Lamont Hawkins
Songwriter
Eric Barrier
Songwriter
Lawrence Krsone Parker
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
William Griffin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Kraz
Assistant Engineer
The Neptunes
Producer
Juan Rosario
Assistant Engineer
Paul Logus
Mixing Engineer
Jim Janik
Recording Engineer
Tommie Jr.
Recording Engineer
गाने
Yeah
It's Bad Boy, baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
'Cause we can't stop
Yeah, lemme tell you somethin'
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with this chick named Tondalea
Was a hot girl, and everybody wanted to slay her
But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her
With six figures and camcorders
So what you tryna tell me, dear?
I got Bentley, Benson and Mr. Belvedere
And I just wanna blow your mind
I'm talkin' literally, blow your mind
My repertoire is ménage à trois, and exotic cars
Chillin' with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stop to this
I can't help it, I'm a optimist
And I'ma make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon' rock to this
Now say my name, c'mon
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, that shit's crazy
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, say what?
Ayo, I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the ladies hypnotize me no more
But, but back to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just tryin' to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get out your seats and clap your hands to this
Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise
It's a Bentley to you, but to me it's a blue car
So Branson, pass me a jar
'Cause these cats done went too far
Yeah, one phone call, send two cars
And I still get searched by security guards
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international, now what you call me?
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, that shit's crazy
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, say what?
C'mon, work it out, girl
I'm tryna see you work it out, girl
C'mon, work it out, girl
I wanna see you work it out, girl
Now hold up, stop, now wait a minute
We don't stop, we rock, 'cause ain't a limit
My aim is winnin', got Asian women that'll change my linen
After I done blazed and hit 'em, but
I just wanna rock wit' you
And take it straight to the top wit' you
And do what I gots to do, if it's possible
'Cause I ain't tryna stop you, boo
I, got an agenda, got on a Ninja
One wheelin' and killin' it, but not to offend ya
That's when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender
So lemme see you shake it, girl
I just wanna see you shake it, girl
For the return of the Don, the world in my palm
My moms calls me Sean, but y'all call me
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, that shit's crazy
The D, the I, the D, the D, the Y, the D, the I, the D
It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, say what?
C'mon, work it out, girl
I'm tryna see you work it out, girl
C'mon, work it out, girl
I wanna see you work it out, girl
Written by: Angela Laverne Brown, Chad Hugo, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins, Cheryl Lorraine Cook, Eric Barrier, Gwendolyn Yvonne Chisolm, Lawrence Parker, P. Diddy, Pharrell Williams, Sylvia Robinson, William Griffin