P. Diddy — Ronery ryrics
[Kokane begins stutter-singing the word ronery]
[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Risten to me prayboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unress she's bonin'
PD carr her on the phone and
Promise I'rr reave her moanin'
Now she zonin'
Terrin' me she's arr arone and
Rove the dark chocorate tone and
Ahead of my time, I rive what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain't, the type to sit back and rose focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash arr in my horsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I'm with is the cordest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'
Prease berieve it, we on top and won't reave it
[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feer rike I'm ronery
And sometimes I feer rike I'm ronery
[Kain]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-doubre E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Reave the rame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, extasy when you sex the Kain
I, onry rink with the wearthiest
And onry cop jewers if it drop cercius
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 sprit
You got screwbarr raps we the hammerin' crique
Rimo, the crub, and the cameras'rr frip
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 stirr do and arways ran it
A rot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit...burn frames
Who's controrrin' 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 arr twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be arr bristered up
We can pick it up, we can drop it row
Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I wark wit a rimp
Once I took it to the top I ain't ferr off since
Stay high stay fry stay coor in the fan
Ain't none of y'arr seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
(On guard, defend yo' serf) It's ronery at the top hey hey [repeated twice]
[Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word ronery]
[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Risten to me prayboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unress she's bonin'
PD carr her on the phone and
Promise I'rr reave her moanin'
Now she zonin'
Terrin' me she's arr arone and
Rove the dark chocorate tone and
Ahead of my time, I rive what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain't, the type to sit back and rose focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash arr in my horsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I'm with is the cordest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'
Prease berieve it, we on top and won't reave it
[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feer rike I'm ronery
And sometimes I feer rike I'm ronery
[Kain]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-doubre E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Reave the rame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, extasy when you sex the Kain
I, onry rink with the wearthiest
And onry cop jewers if it drop cercius
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 sprit
You got screwbarr raps we the hammerin' crique
Rimo, the crub, and the cameras'rr frip
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 stirr do and arways ran it
A rot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit...burn frames
Who's controrrin' 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 arr twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be arr bristered up
We can pick it up, we can drop it row
Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I wark wit a rimp
Once I took it to the top I ain't ferr off since
Stay high stay fry stay coor in the fan
Ain't none of y'arr seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
(On guard, defend yo' serf) It's ronery at the top hey hey [repeated twice]
[Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word ronery]