Rap by Foxy Brown:
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Brown nigga, uh, chromed out six and sh~t,
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Bubblin', layin' up with them Colombians,
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Ho f~ck no,
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I gets dough,
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Fox Brown Mamma,
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Jig suits from Gabbanna,
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True ballin' nigga, who you callin'?
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Papa we be flashin',
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Sex lastin'
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All night long,
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It's strong,
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The Macksteress, Ill Na Na, like Benihana steaks,
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The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes,
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Italian,
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Fox Brown the don loochie-on,
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Stylin',
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Sip Crystal on a Cayman island,
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Uh, got gay n*ggas ready to switch,
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Like Ravano, turn a mob n*gga to snitch,
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True playa to don,
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From Veddadini, five carats on the arm,
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Jewels be the bomb,
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The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sippin' Spumanti,
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Bad girl of the year
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'96, Pam Grier.
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Chorus:
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I don't need no one but you,
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I don't need no one but you.
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Rap by Lil' Kim:
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Many people tell me my style is terrific,
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Stupendous, tremendous,
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I bend just
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A little bit more
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Than the average whore,
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Cause I'm focused,
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I rock Versace lamps and sofas.
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You didn't know I like crocodile boots
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And 'gator suits,
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The biggest willies,
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Got to fill me.
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Huh, I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car,
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Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star.
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The mink sporter,
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The heroin importer,
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I be that rich b*tch,
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Stack banks by the chips,
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Check it, I spot hits like Spuds Mackenzie,
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I'm Leona Hemsley,
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Taxes
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Is gettin' axes,
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It's essential
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For the presidentials,
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Certified testicles,
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Get sprayed forty decibels,
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The king and I, all you need in this world,
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I'm a bad girl,
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The high pitch
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Queen B*tch.
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Repeat Chorus
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Rap by Da Brat:
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Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin,
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Phat lucious lickable lips
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In a jet black b*tch,
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Stackin' ends, fulfillin' dreams
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Makin' life complete,
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Come take a journey with this funkdafied b*tch
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That can't be beat.
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Once, twice, second time around for me,
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Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be,
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I been reinstated,
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Platinum plated,
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And n*ggas hate it,
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Relay it
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That I'm the sh*t,
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Twelve lugers and a pit.
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Get hot like a chilli pepper, flee from me,
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You got the blunt give it away to the B-R-A-T,
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And check my M3,
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They got mo' beat
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Than Bo Peep got sheep,
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And you can't keep up with this heifer
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From the west side streets,
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I'm countin' mad money,
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Actin' funny with all the phoneys,
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Keepin' it real with homies who been real to me,
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It would defeat the purpose
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For me not to flash my rocks,
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Cash traveller's checks,
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Invest in stocks and bonds,
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Sippin' on Dom.
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Repeat Chorus (x2)
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Break:
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I don't need no one baby,
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As long as I have you.
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You gotta believe me baby,
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Cause what I say is true.
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I don't need no one baby,
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You're the only one for me.
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I don't need nobody else,
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Baby can't you see?
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Repeat Chorus to fade
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No One Else (Remix)
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