(feat. P. Diddy)

[Chorus - P. Diddy]

Friday night everybody was drinkin

And the house was screamin

And the bass was kickin

And it won't be long 'til everybody knowin

That Loon was on the beatbox goin

Loon was on the beatbox goin

Loon was on the beatbox goin, goin, goin (goin, goin, goin, goin)



["hey and "cha nana" are repeated throughout the song]



[Break - Loon - talking - w ad libs]

(AHH!), uh, yeah, c'mon, uh, uh, yeah, c'mon ... c'mon

([P. Diddy:] I like this right here)

Uh, bring me in close, yeah

([P. Diddy:] ready? ready?)

Uh, uh, check it out, Bad Boy

([P. Diddy:] tell 'em, talk to 'em)



[Verse 1 - Loon (P. Diddy)]

Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh)

He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin Mercedes (yeah)

Blowin 'dro, you know, vision was hazy (haha)

To the point where I'm thinkin havin a baby (c'mon)

Now shorty lookin a nigga like he was crazy

Not my fault way shorty body amaze me (uh uh)

Swoll up, now ma what's the hold up (c'mon)

She never imagine me and Diddy would roll up (we here)

We showed up, drunk and 'droed up (haha, yeah)

Stunk and mold up, two Coupes and four trucks (that's right)

Wrist is glowed up, got chicks that sold up (c'mon, uh)

You know cats with chips, my clique got more bucks (that's right)

Oh shucks, she start gettin the picture

Three the hard way, menage with her sister (haha)

Started off in the lobby when I kissed her (let's go)

As far as Diddy, he probably already twist her (that's right)



[Chorus - w ad libs]



[Verse 2 - Loon (P. Diddy)]

Now back to B, I gots to be fly

Blowin O for