Lil' kim, left eye, elliot, da brat, & angie martinez (appears on the version of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, another one, and another one From kim, the queen bee
It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the Roll the l's keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last And uhh... I'm the on this all-star team Me and kim is cream like thelma and louise But on chrome never leave that brooklyn shit So if you say it's on then on
Bang this in whips Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists a french kiss I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth you dance ooowwww I focused in the dopest Like a penny with a in it y'all just hopeless And toke this I ain't Niggas to knock me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone call to my street that ass like a soundtrack new jack ci-tay Set it off with eighty-fiftay Y'all the buck what the fuck Bump biggie in the truck hand a buck to my bitches Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest the rap mae west to q-b And I got all my with me
Oh is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh 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 that lay that ass I be the one chokin' ya with laughs Get ya up on the right path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' my rock on From still 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 other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' that If you ain't got the cash to stash suck my dick a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss rap singer I be the one to blame as the flames risin' To the top and it stop
Y'all see how these niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin' good intentions but focusin' on they riches If too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I kick them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger Bitches bust we just, keep kickin' up And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker head tumors Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me phony niggas be buggin' I can tell Cause the thug in me wanna drugs and push keys to get me mo' of deez, vv's and m3's Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled rol-eys the police keep my wallet obese Who the windy city woman still and gunnin' Straight the chi Tonight's the night for all the ladies get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya what I'm sayin' I ain't even leave without sayin somethin' on this track You ain't gonna use me to just be hooks 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 instead of bikes Me and lil' kim got the to incite I catch 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...