Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & martinez (appears on the version of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, another one, and another one From lil' kim, the bee
It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic The p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight keep the right Yo I just made this up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team Me and kim is gettin' cream thelma and louise But on never leave that brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on it's on
this in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie the chips in the wrists Here's a french I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth you dance ooowwww I stay focused in the Like a with a hole in it y'all just hopeless And toke this I lyin' Niggas tryin' to me off keep tryin' All it is one phone call to my street team Promote that ass like a soundtrack new jack Set it off with eighty-fiftay Y'all missin' the what the fuck Bump biggie in the truck hand a buck to my bitches Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my with me
Oh this is ladies night, and our is tight Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, never the one a gun Got some other raw chicks for lay that ass flat I be the one ya paragraphs with laughs Get ya back up on the path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors frozen at paradise joint Booty shakin' the glass in my left one Right hand step-son To me my girls is fly bitches To my niggas straight snitches and to them chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' that If you ain't got the cash to stash my dick hoes Strictly a ringer Lay another finger on big bad wolf miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the flames keep To the top and it don't
Y'all see how these bogus try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin' with good intentions but focusin' on riches If it's too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks lifted when they thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the milli luger click bust we just, keep kickin' up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker head tumors Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me Playa niggas be buggin' I can tell the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, and m3's weed from overseas pimped out styled rol-eys Fuck the police keep my wallet Who the windy city woman comin' and gunnin' from the chi Tonight's the night for all the let's get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya what I'm sayin' I even gon' leave without sayin somethin' on this track You ain't use me to just be singin' hooks What I look like patti labelle or somebody heheh it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a You should be like missy 'stead of bein' like I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' Me and lil' kim got the to incite I catch a flight Aheheh, round and shit can't see us from elektra to undeas Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
night, ladies night...