Pass The Courvoisier

P.Diddy w/ Busta In Background
Oh yeah, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
This is the time you all been waitin' for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a
Bad Boy,
Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)
(*aem*ahem*ahem*)

P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)
Shake ya as* (come on), watch yourself (o.k.)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else

Busta Rhymes (P. Diddy)
Rah, rah
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow (what?)
Stick a d*ck in ya hoe (woo!)
Make them shut down the club, (say what?) we threw a brick in da do'

P. Diddy
Sheeeeeiiit, I'm the number man, hot like summer jam

Busta (Diddy)
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh s**t, the b*tch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha' is you talkin 'bout?)
Theres nothin' to talk about (see you just a walk about)
I light a long L, and just blowin' the smoke about

P. Diddy
See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin' to talk about

Busta
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya s**t tuck in ya as* in poke it out, come on

Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy
Busta Give me the Henny, (yeah) you can give me the Cris (yeah)
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier (yeah)
Diddy Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
BustaGive me some money, (yeah) you can give me some cars (yeah)
But you can give me the b*tch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Diddy Give me some s**t, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

P. Diddy
We got these hoes lovin' it
They gettin' familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

Busta
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed girls actin' all cute to my s**t

And get the wylin out they actin like a ? to my s**t
Flow to go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

Diddy
It's the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to w*lly a porshe

Busta
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewelry really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (d*mn)
fk around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost (aw man
cmon)
What you can do is

Chorus

Hook: Busta
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D-D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The s**t we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block s**t, wylin like rock s**t
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot s**t

Diddy
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

Busta
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

Diddy
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belvey to

Busta
The game is us; we getting money motherfker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
(Flipmode!)

Chorus 2x

Diddy Talking:
yeah, yeah, yeah just pass the Courvoisier
yeah, pass me that Louie that motherfkin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfkin' medieval
Ow, b*tch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that s**t make, that dark s**t just make me make me wanna fk
Straight up, I just need to know
Make a nigg* d*ck hard as a..(*mumbles*)
Pass The Courvoisier (repeat 'til fade)