{dice shakin}
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Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
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Uhh, here's another one, and another one
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Yeah
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Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
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Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
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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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Platinum coated rolli with the chips in the wrists
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Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
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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 toteless, I ain't lye-in
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Niggaz 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 the eighty-fitay
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Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
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Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough 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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Verse Two: Left Eye
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Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
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Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
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I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
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Getcha back up on the right path
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Ain't no stoppin me 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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Too my niggaz straight snitches, 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 one 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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Verse Three: Da Brat
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Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz 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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Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 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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Verse Four: Missy
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Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
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I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un 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?
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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 pony's 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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Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
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Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
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Heh I'm out he, ooh
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*ladies night, ladies night...*
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Ladies Night (Not Tonight remix)
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Lil' Kim |