PD World Tour

Black Rob & Diddy - Rap, East Coast Rap
PD World Tour
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Duration: 4:47
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[Intro: Puff Daddy (Black Rob)] Uhh, yeah , c'mon Black Rob Where Black Rob at? (PD world tourer, Harlem horror) We back Yeah ya, ya-y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time (So what you gon do now?) Sorry, let's go [Hook: Puff Daddy] Yo, Black Rob makin all stops We gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati, cats schemin probably But we ain't tryna hurt nobody (we ain't tryna hurt nobody) We just tryna make it clear that B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you (without further ado) You highness, Black Rob (your highness, Black Rob), Spanish Harlem's finest [Verse 1: Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure, no morals Small shit, it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it, it's off the hook, it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on duke, I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin, I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut, duckin the ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech and I ain't even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the death, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck [Hook: Puff Daddy] Yo, Black Rob makin all stops We gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props (protect ya neck) Switchin gears on the Ducati, cats schemin probably But we ain't tryna hurt nobody (we ain't tryna hurt nobody) We just tryna make it clear that B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest [Verse 2: Black Rob] Listen, I roll with soldiers, quick to run past and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with ash knuckles At last stuff you, and your so called team Them so called mean cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115 Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams, I chop it, show me some land, I cop it Show me some ho somewhere in the tropics And I'mma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it That's real, I'mma tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We ain't mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough You'd be the same, baby [Hook: Puff Daddy] Yo, Black Rob makin all stops We gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati, cats schemin probably But we ain't tryna hurt nobody (we ain't tryna hurt nobody) We just tryna make it clear that B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest [Verse 3: Puff Daddy] Yo, when I walk up in the place, all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all ain't had guns I probably wouldn't have brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Quran, rockin Sean John Poppin Chaundon, fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Ain't shit changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe Ayo Paul, get the Bent, let's get the fuck up outta here [Hook: Puff Daddy] Yo, Black Rob makin all stops We gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati, cats schemin probably But we ain't tryna hurt nobody (PD World Tour) We just tryna make it clear that B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest Yo, Black Rob makin all stops We gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati, cats schemin probably But we ain't tryna hurt nobody (we ain't tryna hurt nobody) We just tryna make it clear that B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
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Credits
- Writers
- Black Rob
- Diddy
- Charlemagne
- Deric “D-Dot” Angelettie