Tytuł: Lonely

• Wykonawca: P. Diddy
• Wyświetleń: 347

[Kokane begins stutter-singing the word lonely]
  
  [P. Diddy]
  This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
  Listen to me playboy, check dis out
  I go, on and on and on and
  Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
  PD call her on the phone and
  Promise I'll leave her moanin'
  Now she zonin'
  Tellin' me she's all alone and
  Love the dark chocolate tone and
  Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes
  The cars and the chedda is mine
  We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus
  Spit that mack-a-docious
  Most ferocious
  Cash all in my holsters
  Burn more bread than toasters
  You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest
  Hip-hop quota but quote this
  Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'
  Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it
  
  [Chorus: Kokane]
  Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
  And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
  
  [Kain]
  Uh, uh, yeah
  Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
  Q-U-double E-N-Z
  Come on ma your riding with me
  Leave the lame respect the game
  When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
  And, extasy when you sex the Kain
  I, only link with the wealthiest
  And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
  Now, you can run but you can never hide
  But, where you go when the temperature rise
  It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
  Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
  Damagin' shit hot stamina split
  You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
  Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
  Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Mark Curry]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Don't panic, don't take this for granted
  I did then still do and always ran it
  A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
  The shit I spit...burn flames
  Who's controllin' this
  I can make the bitches grin
  Cuz I get money and run with the richest men
  Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again
  Been down since the jump off begin
  You know who I am
  Don't get it all twisted up
  Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
  We can pick it up, we can drop it low
  Recognize what it is when I come through the door
  Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
  Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
  Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
  Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man
  Get a grip niggas
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Kokane]
  (On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey [repeated twice]
  
  [Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word lonely]