J-Lo's love,
Is no angel.

With his gangsterin' themes.
That's why he went and changed names so con-ven-ient-ly,
Diddy's Combs,
Diddy's Combs, you say.
That shoot out was not his intent, it made news worldwide.
He plans on gettin' old, see.
And those street cops think he lies.
Diddy's Combs,
Diddy's Combs, you say.

They capped out on a Sunday,
And Dogday met doomsday, he died.
He lay bleedin' when they sprayed that saloon.

All he could do was die.
And then an extra cap for good measure,
And J-Lo, didn't know what to do.
So now a new name he'll invent, Puff Daddy go hide.

He plans on gettin' old, see.
And those street cops think he lies.
Diddy's Combs,
Diddy's Combs, you say.
Diddy's Combs, you say.
Sounds like a thousand names, all gay.