I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys Wonderland you should see it, chyo Animated actors that become ya toys
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Voice] Uncle Puffy can you read us a bedtime story? Please huh please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here... Woke up smoked up broked
to step To the first one, go ahead, rehearse one I hope you don't know you sound like the worst one Rhymes are smoking, concentration can't be broken
ready to step To the first one, go ahead, rehearse one I hope you don't know you sound like the worst one Rhymes are smoking, concentration can't be broken
pourin goose one AM now the hoes is loose two AM now she kissin? on her three AM its all Gucci: BURR f-ckin with bad boy, coz diddy got mad toys dont
If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys Better bring the noise, I'm a pump both up with ammunition Bodies I be hittin' when I get to spittin' Everybody shoulda broke
and I hate a sucker duck Some label me a sucker because ducks I like t pluck The only way I be a sucker is if women wanna suck Always goin broke so
Up Your Block If You Wanna Bring Your Boys Better Bring The Toys Better Bring The Noise Im A Put Both [?] Bodies When I Get To Spittin Everybody Shoulda Broke
to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes) I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all
make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo
We them killas that you read about Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what
Here I go again Up and down alone All my friends went home Years ago All my toys are broken And so am I inside mom The carnival has closed Years ago
, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies I saw boys, toys
and a drum It broke his little heart when he found Santa didn't come In the street, he envies all those lucky boys Then wanders home to last year's broken toys
time walk me down your broken line all you have to do is cry hush my baby now your talking is just noise and won't lay me down amongst your toys
Might sound dramatic but someday it might happen Already got files for everybody that rapping With the government distraction brainwashing our children as they play with their toys
ways with might and main Against against that peanut butter sandwich Each man and woman girl and boy put down their ploughs and pots and toys And pulled until kerack oh joy they broke