Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie (appears on the unedited of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's another one, and one From kim, the queen bee
It's ladies what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight keep the right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last And uhh... I'm the rookie on this team Me and kim is gettin' cream like thelma and But on chrome never leave that brooklyn alone So if you say it's on it's on
Bang this in your 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth Make you ooowwww I stay in the dopest Like a penny with a hole in it y'all hopeless And toke this I lyin' Niggas to knock me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone call to my street Promote that ass like a soundtrack new ci-tay Set it off with that Y'all the buck what the fuck Bump in the truck 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 is tight Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the is right Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh 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 from club hoppin' gets my rock on From still frozen at paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my one Right sayin' step-son To me my is fancy fly bitches To my niggas snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' shit If you got the cash to stash suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap I be the one to blame as the keep risin' To the top and it stop
Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to the dopest bitches Approachin' with good but focusin' on they riches If too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen dicks stay lifted when they thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I kick them like arithe-ma-tic 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger click Bitches bust we just, keep kickin' up And you can spread rumors shit is makin me than head tumors Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me Playa niggas be buggin' I can tell Cause the thug in me sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, vv's and Smoke weed from overseas pimped out rol-eys Fuck the police keep my wallet Who the city woman still comin' and gunnin' from the chi Tonight's the night for all the ladies let's get
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what I'm I ain't even gon' leave without sayin somethin' on this You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' What I look like patti labelle or nigga heheh it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh a night You should be like missy 'stead of like mike I like to ride ponies of ridin' bikes Me and kim got the rhymes to incite I gotta a flight Aheheh, round three and Niggas can't see us from elektra to Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
night, ladies night...