wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high on music, on music Come enjoy the fride Don't you wanna move
Traducción: P. Diddy. Deseja mover.
wanna move does this make ya wanna groove is the feelin' good to you It matters Get ya hot Our music our music Come enjoy the fun Don't ya wanna move Just make ya wanna
m moving the thang I got connects in every section When I'm up in the hood Chain looking so nasty all the bitches going ughhh Heard they wanna get
love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now Wanna
[Ginuwine] Ooooh oooooo oooooh!!! [P. Diddy] Yeah, this that bounce right here [Ginuwine] Come On Now!!! [P. Diddy] Time to move on, time to be strong
I ain't frontin You can never need for nuttin, only one pipe Would you like to go to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife? Am I moving fast? It could happen
Mel Gib-son's My heat will cook you bwoyy, whooped you bwoyy! Mack came an shook you bwoyy, somma'bitches [P. Diddy] Somma'bitches!!! [Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy
{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background.. better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you
men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy
other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor
where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics That's not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my
move here? Welcome to the future, I'm the captain of the cool kids The revolution's never been televised Great booty, better thighs, I ain't wanna tell
Dangerous niggas, uhh Black Rob shit Y'all don't know? Uhh Uhh dangerous niggas Lil Kim and Black Rob yellow man P Diddy, the moment you all been waitin
Yo, Short man I was with this chick the other night She was like hey Diddy, umm, Diddy Why you so motherfuckin' fly? I had to tell her bitch, I'm just
this Long as I keep making the hits My distributors gotta move those units So I never gave up hoping, naa Forget crying and sulking They said I was too grimey Now me and P. Diddy
jazzy yellow misses Wanna blow me kisses right around the zipper Down and drop it to the flo? And I ain't even gotta tip her R-I-P to Jack Tripper Two
