Lil' kim, left eye, elliot, da brat, & angie martinez (appears on the unedited version of the to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's one, and another one From lil' kim, the bee
It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic The butter p honey got the got the spice Roll the l's keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last And uhh... I'm the rookie on this team Me and kim is gettin' cream thelma and louise But on chrome never leave brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then on
Bang this in whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the a french kiss I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth Make you ooowwww I focused in the dopest Like a penny with a in it y'all just hopeless And this I ain't lyin' Niggas tryin' to me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone to my street team Promote that ass a soundtrack new jack ci-tay Set it off that 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 the rap mae west to q-b And I got all my sisters me
Oh this is ladies night, and our is tight Oh this is ladies night, oh what a (oh what a night) Oh is ladies night, and the feel is right Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, the one packin' a gun Got some other raw chicks for that lay ass flat I be the one chokin' ya with laughs Get ya up on the right path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club gets my rock on From flavors still at paradise joint shakin' with the glass in my left one Right hand step-son To me my girls is fancy fly To my niggas straight snitches and to them chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' shit If you ain't got the cash to 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 notice the bitches with good intentions 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 puzzle like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger Bitches bust we just, keep up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker head tumors me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' 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 from overseas out styled rol-eys Fuck the keep my wallet obese Who the windy city woman still and gunnin' Straight 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 leave without sayin somethin' on this track You ain't gonna use me to be singin' hooks What I look patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh Check it out, uh huh,
Oh a night You should be like missy 'stead of bein' mike I like to ride ponies of ridin' bikes Me and lil' kim got the to incite I gotta a flight Aheheh, three and shit can't see us from elektra to undeas Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
Ladies night, night...