Lil' Kim, Left Eye, Missy Elliot, Da Brat, & Angie Martinez
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(appears on 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, from Lil' Kim
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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 motherf.... up last night
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And uhh...
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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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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-fiftay
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Y'all missin' the buck what the f...
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Bump Biggie in the trunk hand the buck to my double...
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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 your pants flat
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I be's 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 a 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 misses
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To my...straight snitches and to them other chicos
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Lady pimp ain't takin' that trip
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If you ain't got the cash to stash catch a brick 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 mistas try not to notice the dopest sistas
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Approachin' with good intentions but focusin' on they riches
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If it's too hot then get that ass up out the kitchen
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Listen carefully I don't give a damn if you don't care for me
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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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Betters 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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Envious playa-haters be buggin' I can tell
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Cause the thug in me wanna do illegal things for cheese
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Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
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VT's from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
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Stopped from 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 the ladies we keepin' it tight
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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
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Patti LaBelle or somebody
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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 shhh...
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Y'all can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
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Aaaaoooowwww...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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Not Tonight Remix
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| TLC |
