Biography:
Sean John Combs (born November 4, 1969 in NY, NY) is a record producer and entertainment mogul who presides over a media empire that includes the record label Bad Boy Entertainment, the clothing lines Sean John and Sean by Sean Combs, a movie production company, and a restaurant chain. He has taken the roles of recording executive, producer, writer, arranger, clothing designer, actor, singer and rapper. His current nickname and recording name is Diddy, and he has recorded as or credited in recordings as P. Diddy, Puff Daddy and Puffy.
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[Verse 1]
Em Bm
Now, who's hot who not
Am Bm
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
Am Em
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
C Bm
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock,
Em Bm
the same ol pimp
Am Bm
Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp
Am Em
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
C Bm
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
Em Bm
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
Am Bm
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Am Em
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
C Bm
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Em Bm
Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Am Bm
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Am Em
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
C Bm
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty (And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie)
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
[Verse 2]
Em Bm
Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Am Bm
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
Am Em
I call all the shots Rip all the spots,
C Bm
Rock all the rocks Cop all the drops,
Em Bm
I know you thinking now's When all the balling stops,
Am Bm
nigga never Home gotta call me on the yacht
Am Em
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
C Bm
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Em Bm
Now what you gonna do when it's cool
Am
Bag a money much longer than yours
Bm Am
And a team much stronger than yours,
Em C
violate me This'll be your day, we don't play
Bm
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Em Bm
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Am Bm
For you to shine here, deal with many women
Am Em
But treat dimes fair, and I'm
C Bm
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
[Verse 3]
Em Bm
Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
Am Bm
No info, for the, DEA
Am Em
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
C Bm
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
Em Bm
My team supreme, stay clean
Am Bm
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Am Em
Cat you see at all events bent
C Bm
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Em Bm
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Am Bm
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Am Em
Step on stage the girls boo too much
C Bm
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Em Bm
Me lose my touch, never that
Am Bm
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at?
Am Em
Throw your rollies in the sky
C Bm
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Em Bm
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Am Bm
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Am Em
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
C Bm
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Em Bm
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Am Bm
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Am Em
Like thizat, dangerous
C Bm
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
Em Bm
Now, who's hot who not
Am Bm
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
Am Em
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
C Bm
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock,
Em Bm
the same ol pimp
Am Bm
Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp
Am Em
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
C Bm
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
Em Bm
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
Am Bm
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Am Em
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
C Bm
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Em Bm
Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Am Bm
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Am Em
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
C Bm
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty (And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie)
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
[Verse 2]
Em Bm
Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Am Bm
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
Am Em
I call all the shots Rip all the spots,
C Bm
Rock all the rocks Cop all the drops,
Em Bm
I know you thinking now's When all the balling stops,
Am Bm
nigga never Home gotta call me on the yacht
Am Em
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
C Bm
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Em Bm
Now what you gonna do when it's cool
Am
Bag a money much longer than yours
Bm Am
And a team much stronger than yours,
Em C
violate me This'll be your day, we don't play
Bm
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Em Bm
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Am Bm
For you to shine here, deal with many women
Am Em
But treat dimes fair, and I'm
C Bm
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
[Verse 3]
Em Bm
Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
Am Bm
No info, for the, DEA
Am Em
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
C Bm
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
Em Bm
My team supreme, stay clean
Am Bm
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Am Em
Cat you see at all events bent
C Bm
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Em Bm
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Am Bm
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Am Em
Step on stage the girls boo too much
C Bm
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Em Bm
Me lose my touch, never that
Am Bm
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at?
Am Em
Throw your rollies in the sky
C Bm
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Em Bm
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Am Bm
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Am Em
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
C Bm
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Em Bm
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Am Bm
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Am Em
Like thizat, dangerous
C Bm
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack
[Chorus]
Em Bm Am Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
Am Em
It's like the more money we come across
C Bm
The more problems we see
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