
Only You - Bad Boy Remix 112 (Ft. Ma$e & The Notorious B.I.G.)
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[Intro: Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh, eh, eh, eh
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop (Check it)
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Q Parker]
Jesus, the Notorious just please us with your lyrical thesis
We just chilling, milk 'em, Top Billin'
Silk and pure linen, me and Lil' Cease (Haha)
Malibu sea breeze (Uh), Dom P's (Uh), palm trees
Cats named Pablo in milked out diablos (That's right)
The Williest (What?), bitches be the silliest
The more I smoke, the smaller the Phillie gets
Room 112, where the players dwell
And stash more cash than Bert Padell, inhale
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (Feels good)
Dick up in your middle like Monie (Yes)
She don't know but she setting up to blow me (Yes)
Try to style, flying north with a homie (Yes)
Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurging
Game so tight they call it virgin
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh, eh, eh, eh
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop (Check it)
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Q Parker]
Jesus, the Notorious just please us with your lyrical thesis
We just chilling, milk 'em, Top Billin'
Silk and pure linen, me and Lil' Cease (Haha)
Malibu sea breeze (Uh), Dom P's (Uh), palm trees
Cats named Pablo in milked out diablos (That's right)
The Williest (What?), bitches be the silliest
The more I smoke, the smaller the Phillie gets
Room 112, where the players dwell
And stash more cash than Bert Padell, inhale
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (Feels good)
Dick up in your middle like Monie (Yes)
She don't know but she setting up to blow me (Yes)
Try to style, flying north with a homie (Yes)
Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurging
Game so tight they call it virgin
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