Roxanne '97 (Puff Daddy Remix)
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Roxanne, Roxanne
Stan
Bad Boy- Yo
Yo
Remix
Come on
Hey yo, shake what your mama gave you is a motto
Yeah
Pour out the bottle
Blow out the candle
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Too broke to hold, too shallow to handle
Get all today, you never promise tomorrow
Yeah
Come on
Her moves reminds me of kung fu flicks
Thick lips that contradicts
Rules of the game, she plays the politics
Red light special
Red light district
Put on your makeup
Body all made up
Platinum plate uh pearl gem cutter
Roxanne, Roxanne, you don't really have to
You don't have to
Put on your red dress if you feeling kinda blue
She got the hops for the disco jocks
Rocks the socks at the Top of the Pops
Never get through like they call us block
Twisted minded like Bob's dreadlocks
Roxanne
Roxanne, Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Come on
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
Refugee Camp
Bad Boy
Yo, what's the haps?
Dancing for the green paper bag
Sitting at the bar drinking up Cognac
She steps in the room, don't know how to act
Sweet and milky similar to Similac
It was the haps
Cats wanna be around her shine
She wants to party, have a good time
She feels kinda hartley, feeling, feeling fine
Digging on her life just to get a gold mine
Romance in the street, she's a pimpers paradise
Jewels around her neck getting stolen with the ice
She said, "I heard of your crew
I'm your number one fan." Love the refugees down from the islands
Driving the Bentleys with her pretty, pretty friends
Sipping Colada every day is a weekend
Heard your name is Pras out of Brooklyn and
50 Million plays with your Total Sound Scan
I loved you since I knew ya
Yeah, yeah
I wouldn't talk down to ya
Let me hear it
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know my mind is made up
So put away your makeup
Told you once I won't tell you again, it gets in the way
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be your man
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be your man
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be your man
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be yo' man
Yeah
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be yo' man
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be yo' man
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be your man
Yeah
Put on the red light
Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be yo' man