Lil' Kim, Left Eye, Missy Elliot, Da Brat, & Angie Martinez
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(appears on the unedited version of the Nothing To Lose soundtrack)
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Uhh, yeah
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Uhh, here's another one, and another one
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Yeah
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From Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
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It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
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The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
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Roll the L's tight keep the rhymes right
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Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
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And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
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Me and Kim is gettin' cream like Thelma and Louise
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But on chrome never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
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So if you say it's on then it's on
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Bang this in your whips
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Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
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Here's a french kiss
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I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
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Make you dance ooowwww
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I stay focused in the dopest
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Like a penny with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
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And toke this I ain't lyin'
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Niggas tryin' to knock me off keep tryin'
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All it takes is one phone call to my street team
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Promote that ass like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
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Set It Off with that eighty-fiftay
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Y'all missin' the buck what the fuck
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Bump Biggie in the truck hand a buck to my several bitches
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Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
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It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
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And I got all my sisters with me
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Chorus:
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Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
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Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
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Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
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Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
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Uhh, never the one packin' a gun
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Got some other raw chicks for that lay that ass flat
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I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs with laughs
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Get ya back up on the right path
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Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on
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From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
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Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one
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Right hand sayin' step-son
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To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
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To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos
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Lady pimp ain't havin' that shit
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If you ain't got the cash to stash suck my dick hoes
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Strictly a bell ringer
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Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
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I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin'
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To the top and it don't stop
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Chorus
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Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches
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Approachin' with good intentions but focusin' on they riches
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If it's too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
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Niggas dicks stay lifted when they thinkin' of me
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Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
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Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger click
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Bitches bust we just, keep kickin' up dust
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And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
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Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
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Playa phony niggas be buggin' I can tell
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Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
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Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
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Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
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Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
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Who the Windy City woman still comin' and gunnin'
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Straight from the Chi
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Tonight's the night for all the ladies let's get high
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Chorus
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Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ya know what I'm sayin'
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I ain't even gon' leave without sayin somethin' on this track
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You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' hooks
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What I look like Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga heheh
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Check it out, uh huh, yeah
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Oh what a night
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You should be like Missy 'stead of bein' like Mike
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I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
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Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
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I gotta catch a flight
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Aheheh, round three and shit
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Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
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Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us
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Heh I'm out heh, ooh
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Ladies night, ladies night...
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Not Tonight (Remix Unedited)
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TLC |