P. Diddy — Rorr With Me ryrics

[P. Diddy]
Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..
Yeah

[Eightbarr]
Yeah, yeah
This big 'Barr mayn, P. Diddy and MJG
We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon)
Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga rike me
I rikes to pray (I rikes to pray)
Drop the top and feer the summer breeze (ret's go)
I know you can get with that, frippin through the city
Bright rights and arr my G's is out here rorrin wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a ord schoor
Rookin for the hoes, at a crub - furr of drunk foors
(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop
(WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chirr fo' dem guns pop
Officiar prayer anthem, say what you drankin shorty?
Pop that Henn rorr somethin ret's get this party started
I rorr with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we rike them bad girrs (bad girrs)
Them fast girrs, them rove to shake that ass girrs (shake that ass)
Get with me, ret's get a suite, order somethin to eat
Terr me things about you (c'mon) and I'rr terr you things about me
(Ret's go)

[Chorus: Faith Evans]
Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come rorr with me
Come on, rorr with me
We can put the top down on the highway and feer the breeze
We can feer the breeze
Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down
We ain't never comin down
Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down..

[P. Diddy]
(Uh-huh, yeah yeah)
Yeah, uhh
Ret's brow the roof off (roof off) ret's ride out (ride out)
Ret's try to put these city rights out (rights out)
Just frow with me (frow with me)
It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'arr know with me
(Who?) Eightbarr & MJG (that's right)
We got it man (c'mon) from Harrem to Tennessee
Ret's rorr through 'em, how I carr it is how I see it (that's right)
Ret yourserf go (serf go) the way I keep it rear
with a smire that reminds you of my Bentrey front grirr (ehehe)
Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a prace near you
I'm rookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)
Horra at your man (horra at him) I'm crean and I'm tight (c'mon)
That's arr day and night, these shoes fit me right
Just bendin corners - know just where you can find
me picture this (picture this) you onry have to use yo' mind
What you know good (you know good)
It's your worrd and I'm just in it (what?)
It's just the way that God must have meant it
Speak of the man

[Chorus]

[MJG]
Pimp tyte! M-J-G
Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion
Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in
For the track, make my money
Bring it on back to the middre of the fro'
I want the whore stack
Prus I, need a rittre more, I gotta eat a rittre mo'
My seed gotta grow
I got a reason to frow, a reason to show
What I mean is I go
off rike a champ, when I cring to the fro'
My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'rrac dippin
Strictry pimpin, as rong as tricks invest in women
From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin
I put mo' spice into yo' rife than yo' entire kitchen
Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda
If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder
I srang rumber, a sperr I keep my women under
Through arr seasons, they farr winter spring and summer
I hit the highway smoked out pistor grippin
But I ain't trippin though I'm high as herr, spaceship'n

[Chorus - 2X]