Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie (appears on the unedited version of the nothing to soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's one, and another one From lil' kim, the bee
It's night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the the l's tight keep the rhymes right Yo I made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team Me and kim is gettin' cream like thelma and But on chrome never leave that brooklyn alone So if you say on then it's on
this in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the in the wrists Here's a kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth Make you ooowwww I stay focused in the Like a penny with a hole in it y'all hopeless And toke this I ain't Niggas to knock me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone call to my team Promote that ass like a new jack ci-tay Set it off with eighty-fiftay Y'all missin' the what the fuck Bump biggie in the hand a buck to my several bitches Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my sisters me
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the is right Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, the one packin' a gun Got some other raw chicks for lay that ass flat I be the one chokin' ya with laughs Get ya back up on the path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at paradise Booty shakin' with the glass in my one hand sayin' step-son To me my girls is fancy fly To my straight snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' that If you ain't got the to stash suck my dick hoes Strictly a ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the flames risin' To the top and it don't
Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the bitches Approachin' with intentions but focusin' on they riches If it's too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when thinkin' of me Cause the I kick puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with off the nine milli luger click Bitches we just, keep kickin' up dust And you can spread rumors is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you me Playa phony niggas be I can tell the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, vv's and Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled rol-eys Fuck the police my wallet obese Who the windy city woman comin' and gunnin' from the chi Tonight's the for all the ladies let's get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know I'm sayin' I ain't even gon' leave without somethin' on this track You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' I look like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh Check it out, uh huh,
Oh a night You should be like missy 'stead of bein' like I like to ride ponies instead of bikes Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to I gotta a flight Aheheh, round and shit Niggas can't see us elektra to undeas niggas wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
Ladies night, night...