[Funkmaster Flex]
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Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim Style
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Shout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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[Lil' Kim]
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Yeah, uh
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You put your bliss in
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I put my wrist in, what's missing?
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I'm talking to you, cuz when I shine, I glisten
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Sure picked a fine time not to listen
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Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in
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Is it me, or is the rap game different?
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Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
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Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh)
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And I won't drown, I'm water-resistant
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Mmmm, Think about when you say my name
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This female rapper got a knuckle game
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I leave you all out of commission (uh huh)
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Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
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Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
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Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
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C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
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I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
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Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
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You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a blade
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This ain't a phase, it's the way I was raised
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And I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'mon
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CHORUS:
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
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Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
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Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
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It's QB y'all, sweet and petit
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About five feet with the oversized heat (what)
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I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feet
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One's incomplete, tryna make ends meet
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Before the album drop, you want a sneak peak
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You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street
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Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite
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Move your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeat
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When the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beet
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Niggas hungry? I got something to eat
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Open your mouth, swallow the skeet
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Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit
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Can you keep an errection?
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Cuz Kim got love and affection
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Let me shoot it off in your direction
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Only if you pass the inspection, the bassline
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Meet me in the mezzanine
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Matter of fact, hop up in my limousine
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You can trick or treat, like it's Halloween
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In my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky clean
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The way I gargle like it's Listerine
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Just be messing up my Maybelline
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So stick it in me like a vaccine
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Then I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh!
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CHORUS:
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
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Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
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Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
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Now to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and Donettes
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I smack you hoes in the face with two techs
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You can be a redhead, blonde or brunette
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I ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respect
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What the heck, I go to the bank with two cheques
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Yours and mine, when it's time to pay debts
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Finally, I can put all this mess to rest
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And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest
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And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow
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Take it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo
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Go to award shows, lock down the first rows
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Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos
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We rock coliseums, submarines
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Infrared beams with the tank machines
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So hate all you want, radio gon' knock it
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We locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockin
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CHORUS:
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
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Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
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Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
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Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
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Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
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Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
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Rockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu say
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Rockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah
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[Funkmaster Flex]
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Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee!
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Rockin' It
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| Lil' Kim |
