Puff Daddy wants
to be Gangsta.
But he�s jus an
intercity prankster.
Cash money in his pocket,
he�s living large,
Stretch limos, hoochies,
and bodyguards.
He arrives at the club
dressed in style.
Fly girls screaming,
the crowd goes wild.
Puffy�s styling in a Black,
full-length, fur coat,
Looking like Huggybear.
Hey! You got any dope?
Chorus:
�Hey diddle, diddle,
cat and the fiddle.�
J-Lo in middle of a mess.
Class can�t be bought.
Puffy got caught,
with a gun, but, he wouldn�t confess.
The bullets fly.
J-Lo waved bye-bye.
Puffy threw a Homeboy fit.
He copped no plea,
called Johnny C,
the jury voted to acquit.
Now he�s hanging with the crew,
when his ex comes on Leno,
contemplating a drive-by,
from the back of his limo.
Glock locked and loaded,
finger starting to twitch.
Wants to put a cap in the ass
of that uppity bitch.
Hey chauffer! Hang a left,
here on Rodeo Drive.
J-lo has it coming,
it�s her last night alive
His window slides down,
they move in for the kill.
Was Puffy Combs dreaming?
Or was all this shit real?
Chorus:
�Hey diddle, diddle,
Cat and the fiddle.�
J-Lo in middle of a mess.
Class can�t be bought.
Puffy got caught,
with a gun, but, he wouldn�t confess.
The bullets fly.
J-Lo waved bye-bye.
Puffy threw a Homeboy fit.
He copped no plea,
called Johnny C,
the jury voted to acquit.
Are you a real deal Gangster?
Is it jus for show?
Give us da 411, Puff,
its something we should know.
Are you packing a gun?
Like a contract killer?
Or just over hyped,
like Michael Jackson�s Thriller?
Are you lacking in class
just like Eminem?
Leave a bad taste in our mouths,
like a huge ball of phlegm.
You changed your name after J-Lo.
It sure sounds shitty.
What�s up with that Puff?
What da fuck�s a P.Diddy?