Trade It All Part 2 (Audio/Video Version) feat. P. Diddy,Jagged Edge

歌詞

Yo, what up? I got the new Fab, P. Diddy, Jagged Edge joint, "Trade It All" Take ya dusty ass next door wit' them bootlegs, man, ain't nobody want that around here. Man, this real, man. You trippin' Uh-huh, yeah This moment they all been waitin' for, playboy We here now We're in the house now, for sure Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Hot storm, I'm so into you 'Cause even before we hit the bedroom, I was friends with you If they ask, I ain't gotta say whom in them interviews My sweet thing, never believe them rumors that been true In fact, I had no more expense, it's true But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue, Boo Maybe my sense of humor gets into you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you there, feel like June in December, too So what you think about Cancun 'til the winter through I don't know whatever consumes you gonna do I put a daytime to go to Bloomies and spend with you Like any other man, I will zoom to the clinic, too Now I wanna see if me and my junior's identical I zoom, put a moon on the skin of you I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me So I could take you places you don't often be Come on, ma, come and get lost with me As far as them other chicks, can't get 'em off-a me Everlastin' love in a whole other fashion All I'm askin', let me cash in 'Cause I'll give her passion, all of the Sean John flashin' In orderly fashion, perhaps when Figure it out excatly wat Diddy about 'Cause we can take this whole city out Now who gon' stop us, who gon' knock us Top us, we can't find coppers to lock us Leer jets and choppers, love helicopters Separate the weak from the awesome Me hard to keep, I gotcha I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Now what you want, huh (I'm gonna give this all up for you, Shorty) Now what you want, huh Now what you want, huh, huh, huh Yeah Yo', this newcomer's known to move with the seasons Couple winter lodges, few summer homes And there for every uw, hum, and moon and make sure when the new hummer roams The shoes come in chrome I ain't new if ain't buy white yellow and Q'cumba stones That send chills through a woman's bones But life gives groove summer loans Even though I got the kinda bread that won't matter if a few crumbs are blown Flights out of few summer loans Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone Ma-Me-ya it's you I'ma phone Just to erase all the negative view from your dome And I promise this Fella G And so case they hit comma of jealousy And drama you tellin' me So mama come yell at me So I could put the top down and we could cruise like Tom and Penelope My charm is a felony Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all P.Diddy Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all, baby That's for life, that you love me Stop playin', let me holler at you, Boo Come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on I trade it all