Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That Bad Boy's Da Band (Ft. Diddy)

[Intro: Diddy] & (Fred)
Bad Boy baby (Ooooh)
We the last standin' check the records (Da Band, baby)
Check the score
Da Band the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Babs aka Babs Bunny] & (Diddy)
Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I dont need no push-up bra (Haha)
Bitch you mad, Babs got a brand new car (Yeah)
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar (Come on)
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed (Yeah)
Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem (Uh), come see the girl, I'll solve'em (That's right)
Big belly bitches we starve 'em (Let's go, come on)
Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on walkin' (Ahh!)
You a thug, why you keep on talkin (What?), let's get it crackin' (Come on)
Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out (Yeah)
Hot chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (Come on)
My year, now so you girls betta leave (This Bad Boy!)
Me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep (We won't stop, yeah!)

[Chorus *w/ last two lines of Babs* - Ness]
All I hear is Bad Boy this, and Bad Boy that
This Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat