Where's Sean? Lyrics

P. Diddy

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Lyrics to Where's Sean?
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[P. Diddy]Eh yo what's up playboyYeah, now I'm out here in MilanI need you to come get wit' me aight?Yeah, I got something I need you to doCall up the rest of the crewI'll see you there[Big Azz Ko]Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in MilanWent to get the package, got there it was goneHold on say word you got to be jokingDon't worry about it dun I'm on the next thing smokingHit Bristal up on the speed dialYo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foulIt's goin' down nigga round up the teamIm'll head over here just to map out the sceneShip them things in route to climb wallsInfrared vision ear plugs and allDigital surveillance linked with laptopsExpress mail it to me can't ???[Bristal]I'm splurtin' for certain Bris-pro workingSearchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virginFrom servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin'On my way from Mt. VernonSwervin' a stretch bourbonIdentity of this man I look persianHey yo we gotta get himI wanna know where they came fromOr who sent themFirst nigga to find them better bend'emCuz I just spoke to Polly FontaineShit ain't a game, and Sean feel the sameSo y'all niggas betta get on point[P. Diddy]Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jamSeems like Bristal got his back up against the wallWell let's see how Rob B-O handles this oneBad boys watch ya backsWatch ya backs bad boys[Black Rob]Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty sixI'm hoppin' outta shorty whipI'm by the tel, across exxon by the shellSense of urgency on the cellWe gon' pick you up, when ya flight landWe in a tight jamMe and Diddy fam sorta like his right handI touch down like two-thirtyIf i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards Im'll do dirtyStill a commssion and we all equalAll lethalCaught'em doin' dirt to the wrong peopleIt's the family affair, I'm hereWith all of me Im'll deal with this one accordinglyGot the locations sittin' in the console pacin'Get bagged murder be the case andAnd I'm tired in jailEven though through the riots I prevailedEnjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed'emI'm here for the fam thats there when I need'em[Mark Curry]Yo, uh uh uh, helloIt gotta be the same catsI can tell by they strange actsWhen they mumble to each otherLike Milan they run for coverNew cuz this bitch that I fucked withOne thought I loved herSeas debate the storm pull him the the surfaceThat's a purposeOne of these faces, make'em nervousCatch'em when they out for hamburgersTurn they whole lunch into a murderIn a way all the rounds gon' be heard ofThis shits big, the first thing to catch to where PD isI'm on it, act like they want itIm'll bring the heatJust let me know the place we plan to meetAnd I'm in it sure as your heart beat[Loon]Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no straysSo watch what the fuck you sayIt's ya mouth that started the shitNow you actin' all retarted and shitDog I came to play my part and that's itWe had a fullproof plan, all we need was the famAmmunition, a van, two chicks and one extra manTwo lincoln LS SedansFifteen hundred yards of saranAnd after the scam, we be out in AmsterdamYo, call Sean in MilanCall Sean tell Sean we goneWe'll meet him in Hong KongWith two chicks both they thongs onMabe Ling and Kim LongBoth of them dead wrongTwo rich bitches the feds on[P. Diddy]Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong KongHe's found his self in a sticky icky icky situationBut you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boysBad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys[Kain]Heh, I'm bout to do Santa DimengoOn a horse named BingoA fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingoStayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingoCallin' up MC from a cuatro cincoThe set up, tryin' on my way to uniformRoom service bumpin' Kain on the newest songHoldin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicornDownstairs with a bag of money and two clipsTalkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicksSayin' they commit homicides for two bitsAnd fuck for dough like I give two shitsWildfire call from Hong KongHello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean Jean)Hold up, some information was missingI just got the same page from BrisHe told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whipsSomewhere in the Florida sticksIt's a set upTell the crew to keep their heads highI'm gonna flip if any one of my mens dieWe've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?)Let's get back to the spot in NYSeven glocks P-S-P-O popsHit both the hot locksLet'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocksSo we sent two teams to rush both spotsHa yeah!Suited up ready to dumbs outThumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out[P. Diddy]Hey yo yo hold up stop the music man heh hehY'all niggas is crazy I was only joking manI just wanted to see if my family was on point

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