On Top
P. Diddy & Loon (Featuring Marsha) Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
[Loon]
Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right, Loon going south paw (that's right)
It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about why y'all (that's right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up out why y'all (that's right)
I fuck with niggas but it's something about why y'all (uh huh)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out why y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without why y'all (that's right)
I been doing it, coke I been moving it
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusing this music shit, die for some foolishness
Fronting like you a hardware using bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit
[Chorus: Marsha: x2]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)
[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got niggas wiling out on the floor (let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still can't stand to see blacks beefing
Why y'all still sleeping and we still eating
Still bring that heat, wiling out on the weekends
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve ?n (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freaking
(I like that)
(C'mon)
(Let's go)
[Chorus: x2]
[Loon]
Hey yo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slipping, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not me, I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love when a player-hater try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me
[P. Diddy]
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
Son we multiply, nigga we don't die
Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)
The judge said ?not guilty? and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)
See man, man (let's go)
[Chorus: x4]
[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't going, we ain't going)
They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won't stop
In P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family's song "On Top," Loon begins by asserting his gangster persona and Bad Boy affiliation, emphasizing their lack of concern for what others think of them. He boasts about his ability to make money and move drugs, claiming to have been doing it before anyone else even thought of it. He also takes issue with those who doubt his abilities, and threatens those who try to steal from him. P. Diddy then enters to remind everyone who he is, referencing his past successes in the industry and his continued relevance. He emphasizes Bad Boy's staying power, stating that they are still relevant and successful despite what anyone may think of them. He also alludes to their generosity towards others, expressing a desire for peace and disliking seeing his fellow black people fighting. Both rappers touch on their sexual prowess, with Loon enjoying the attention of women and P. Diddy boasting about leaving girlfriends "freaking." The chorus sung by Marsha emphasizes their dominance and success, encouraging listeners to keep up and never stop trying.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
I'm a tough guy, doesn't matter where I am
Nigga tell me, right, Loon going south paw (that's right)
I don't care what you say, I'm still tough
It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about why y'all (that's right)
We don't care about your opinions, we do what we want
Step in the room see the bitch come up out why y'all (that's right)
We intimidate those who question us
I fuck with niggas but it's something about why y'all (uh huh)
I associate with people, but I don't trust easily
Acting like Loon can't do shit without why y'all (c'mon)
Don't underestimate me, I'm capable of anything
I caught my menses in Benzes that out why y'alls (yeah)
I have luxury cars that put others to shame
See how it feel when your friends be without why y'all (that's right)
It hurts to lose friends because of jealousy
I been doing it, coke I been moving it
I've been involved in the drug game for a long time
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
I've been through hardships that others can't imagine
Keep confusing this music shit, die for some foolishness
People misunderstand the music industry, even though it's not worth dying for
Fronting like you a hardware using bitch
People pretend to be tough, but they're not
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
If you enter my territory, you might lose your car
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
My crew might rob you and take your jewelry
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
Watch and learn how we're successful, Bad Boy is on top
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit
What kind of money are you dealing with, my friend?
Still got niggas wiling out on the floor (let's go)
We still know how to party and have fun
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
We still have expensive convertible cars
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
We still dine at a fancy restaurant in luxurious clothing
Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)
We're still down to earth and always seeking improvement
Still hate war, still want peace
We don't support violence, we want peace
And I still can't stand to see blacks beefing
We don't like to see black people fighting each other
Why y'all still sleeping and we still eating
We're succeeding while others are not even trying
Still bring that heat, wiling out on the weekends
We still know how to bring the party and have fun
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
We're proud to be black and we don't need to justify it
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Our music is still popular in other countries
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve ?n (yeah)
We can still attract a large crowd like the story of Adam and Eve
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freaking
I still have lyrics that can impress your girlfriend and make her excited
Hey yo, besides all the money and riches
Apart from our wealth and success
Videos and pictures, slipping, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
Women are after us for our fame and money
But not me, I'm too cocky
I'm not easily swayed by women
I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right)
I enjoy when women give me attention
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
I like it when women are sexually satisfied after leaving my place
And I love when a player-hater try to knock me (yeah)
I enjoy when haters try to bring me down, it motivates me
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You may try to interfere with my success, but you can't prevent it
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
I'm a badass boy
Son we multiply, nigga we don't die
We continue to grow and succeed
Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
People are pretending not to be impressed by us
But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
No one can say that we don't own what we want
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)
We've attempted and accomplished everything
The judge said ?not guilty? and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
We've won court cases and were proven innocent
Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon)
People come to me when they need help making successful music
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)
Don't act like I don't live a great life
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
We have authentic and successful people in our group
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't going, we ain't going)
We're at the top of our game
They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
We won't stop succeeding
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
Our group consists of genuine and successful people
No play, Bad Boys on top
We're serious and we're in charge
They won't stop
We continue to succeed and grow
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DANNY AARON, MARK BARTLEY GEARY, MICHAEL H WATSON, SCOTT DEWAYNE DALHOVER, WILLIAM JASON MC MASTER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind