The Diddy Bop if you’re not familiar is an iconic dance move originated by the man, the myth, the legend, P. Diddy in the 90s. Now it is important to remember that the Diddy Bop like any great dance, isn’t to be boxed in, as it comes in variations. Feast your eyes on one of the most popular forms of...
[Intro: Noname]
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready
[Verse 1: Noname]
This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up
Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup
This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up
"Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat"
This sound like niggas complaining when they bitches like Raz-B
B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat
Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS
This feel like jumping in a pool and I'm knowing I can't swim
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat
For stealing that twenty dollars, like, ”Baby, just ask me”
Mama say she love, love, loved us
When the lights was off, we had to stay with cousins
Granny at the BBQ with petty-ass husband
Summertime, city life, Chi-Town, my town, my town
After-school matters, like I'm needing that stipend right now
Kennicott parking lot, got caught with the blunt, like, wow-wow
[Bridge: Noname]
Run, run, run
Mama say come home
Before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch
In my new FUBU and my A1s, too
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
[Hook: Cam O'bi]
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming 'bout making my hood glow
This sound like every place I would go if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming 'bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
[Verse 2: Raury]
And I am not a star, I am a meteor
On a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos
Versus Perseus to the father of his birth
To tell the truth—that I'm his real son
Get blocked, I'ma build one
Get blocked, I'ma build two
Hope that you see it's a staircase
Still pray for a fair day
Where they give a fair race to the marinade
And the doggones and the eses and the fair-faced
Keith H. when I peel paint
Rainbows with a pink blue
And a sea foam-type of green hue
Make a clear space
Stop overreacting, it's
Past my curfew, I'm out after 6
Happily making my accident
Mama gon' whoop on that ass again
Pray that I'm making my way before 8
And I might have to sneak in the back again
Hope that Memorial traffickin'
Hope that she stopping for gas again
Girl, I just want to relax again
Pray you gon' bring that shit back again
Pray you gon' bring that shit back again
I know
[Bridge: Noname]
Run, run, run
Mama say come home
Before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch
In my new FUBU and my A1's too
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
[Hook: Cam O'bi]
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming 'bout making my hood glow
This sound like every place I would go if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming 'bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
[Outro: Noname]
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
Watching my happy, watching my happy, ooh, ooh
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop
Phoelix: I was like, ‘Mannn, let me do this, I got it’… I made two that night and she didn’t like either of them, they just weren’t right. Then I made one in the morning and she was like, ‘See, this is it. I told you when the sun comes up!’ She was right…
Cam O'bi: I went to sleep thinking, ‘I don’...
In 2018, NPR ranked this as the #178 greatest song by a female or nonbinary artist in the 21st century, saying:
In an album filled with musings on love and mourning, ‘Diddy Bop’ filters in like summer light: Happy memories of childhood in Chicago layer over the socioeconomic realities the city has...