Testo P. E. 2000 - Lost Remix - Diddy
Testo della canzone P. E. 2000 - Lost Remix (Diddy), tratta dall'album P.E. 2000
The remix (one, two)
Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars
Spit on a dial, my Chopard
See the reflection of the gods (come on)
Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to
Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother (don't bother)
Showstopper (come on)
As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka
Deem these bitches, stay on the penis (yeah)
I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'
Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban
Sit with two techs in my duplex (come on), bulletproof vest
In the shoot fest with the law
Got it all (got it all), want more (want more), future foreseen (come on)
Keep the city how for Louie XIV
Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring bad boy more cream (that's why)
Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine (yeah)
The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it
Next year, number one on the Forbe's list (motherfuckers)
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot
Public enemy number one
The plaques and the macs, bitch, check my movies, uh
Public enemy number one
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public enemy number one (come on)
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me (eh-eh)
Public enemy number one
Just look again, it's Shyne and rhymin'
Remarkable timin' (yeah)
Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond
Bottom line (bottom line), ya teams get splashed with macs
17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image (yeah)
Y'all finish (y'all finish)
Hence the don, doing two 15 on a Audubon
Louie Vittons, skunk on the back
The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us
Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased (He was biased), no lies
Yo highness with the most mob ties (come on)
In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace
So how could I not be hot?
That's like puff in the summertime without a drop (that's right)
Uncle Paul, posted up, without a Glocks (that's right)
I chew coals & spit diamonds (yeah)
Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks (come on)
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot (say what)
Public enemy number one (come on)
The plaques and the macs, bitch, check my movies, uh (come on, check my movies)
Public enemy number one (this is the remix)
You can say what you want when you talk about me (say what you want)
Public enemy number one (come on)
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me (ain't hard to find me)
Public enemy number one (PIE)
Rather it's all from the guns to the brawl (that's right)
Coke to the alcohol (come on), this young nigga want it all (want it all)
Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things
Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'
Fuck bein' broke (fuck bein' broke)
Give that bitch a girdle, tell her, "Transport my coke" (transport my coke)
On to Peter Pan (yeah), so we can get the two seater
And lay up in the trunk for months
Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat (that's right)
Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat
Motion picture, my movie so sick, four, five, six, ya die quick
Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish (wish)
I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick
On some top bill shit (yeah), half a mil' with
Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial
Every time (every time), the law got too many loops
Fuck my bitches in groups, menaga
Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder
Jets we charter, bring the slaughter
Million dollar bracelets (come on)
Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on (say what)
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot (yeah, uh-huh)
Public enemy number one (this is the remix)
The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh (check my movies, come on)
Public enemy number one (yeah, uh-huh)
You can say what you want when you talk about me (say what you want)
Public enemy number one (yeah, uh-huh)
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me (ain't hard to find me)
Public enemy number one (come on, yeah)
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot (PIE forever)
Public enemy number one (shine)
The plaques and the macs (pop day), bitch check my movies, uh
Public enemy number one (remix)
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public enemy number one (bad boy)
You know where I be (don't stop), it ain't hard to find me (ain't hard to find me)
Public enemy number one (come on)
Forever baby
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, William Drayton, Roger Greene, Mario Mendell Winans, Mark Curry, Norman Rogers
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