Diddy Interlude - DJ Drama

A, yo, yo, hold up

Damb, Drama, you ain’t playin with these motherfuckers, is you

Gangsta Grillz, man

The album

Ya’ll motherfuckers heard it

Yoa’ll don’t know who I be, I know by the name of the Grand Impearial,

King Combs, AKA Diddy

Representing that Bad Boy clique

And, yo, Drama, what you been doing for the streets, man, feeding the streets

over the years

What’s your movement

It’s necisary, it’s needed, it’s crazy

But Drama, can I please explain to the people, what your name is about

Why we call you, Mr. Thanksgiving

Now, you see this Gangsta Grillz shit, it’s like Thanksgiving

So if it wasn’t for Mr. Thanksgiving, DJ Drama, ya’ll motherfuckers wouldn’t eat

You see, cause ain’t nobody doing the shit he does

Everybody’s eating

So motherfuckers, pull up a seat at the motherfucking table

I don’t care what hood you from, what set you clame, what part of the country

you represent, throgh your motherfucking sets up, right now

This is Gangsta Grillz, motherfuckers