(feat. Black Rob) [Puffy] Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, come on I like the way it's goin' down I ain't done a remix in a long time I like to make it hot I like to make it real hot Black Rob, come on [Black Rob] Aye yo, who dat, comin' through my block like that Oh, nobody but that Bad Boy cat What's his name?, Black Rob Ya'll heard duke was famous Money-soft, Puffy joints, Total house the ladies It's bangin' in the clubs, oh my good Ya'll be wishin' that those brothers came through my hood Take a diffrent approach, just play respect the coach That's Black, since I'm rollin' wit' Total That's that [Pam] Baby, seen you lookin' at other ladies Just finished having your baby Why'd you have to go, go and leave me Baby, you know I'm about to be swazy Can't stop my lover from being shady Why'd you have to go, go and leave me [Chorus] What about you? What about me? What about us? What you gon' do? Total help me sing What about you? What about me? What about us? What you gon' do? What we gonna do What we gonna do (yeah) [Keisha] Baby, I know that you've been pimpin' Mr. Baller, trickin' Why'd you have to go, go and leave me Baby, I always been your baby Love makin' this girl go crazy I can't understand, why you left me... uh-hmm [Chorus] [Bridge] I remember we used to spend Countless nights, you were my best of friends Our love, could be one that never ends Whatever happened to yours [Black Rob] Aye yo, what about you, what about me I'm tryin' to get dough, nothin' come for free And I know you like the way, Black flava parlay I slide like a man, with gators on Parcae Floors, it's me who hordes the door like Prince Navigator Doo Doo Brown, the quint wit' light tint Me and Mruder, gotta be the cheddar we seein' first Oh I ain't gonna spit one verse (one verse) Sometimes I feel cursed, ya'll dson't want me to rise Dough in the purse Rather see me faze down, in the back of a hursh But I reufse to lose, don't batter the bruised Throw mine's, to get my grill on the 6 o'clock news We be smoke, pretty E wit' D in E-class Spittin' flase information, I know gone need back-up Till you can't, Black Rob heavyweight champ When I strike, I'm gonna leave Bad Boy stamp, come on (what about us!) [Chorus x3]