Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & martinez (appears on the unedited version of the nothing to soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, another one, and another one From lil' kim, the bee
ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the got the spice the l's tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star Me and kim is gettin' cream like thelma and But on chrome never leave that brooklyn alone So if you say it's on then on
Bang in your whips Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists Here's a kiss I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth you dance ooowwww I stay focused in the Like a penny with a hole in it y'all just And toke this I ain't Niggas tryin' to me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone call to my team Promote that ass like a soundtrack new jack Set it off that eighty-fiftay Y'all missin' the buck what the Bump biggie in the truck hand a to my several bitches Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my sisters me
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the is right Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)
Uhh, the one packin' a gun Got other raw chicks for that lay that ass flat I be the one chokin' ya with laughs Get ya back up on the path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' my rock on flavors still frozen at paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my one Right hand sayin' To me my is fancy fly bitches To my niggas straight and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' shit If you ain't got the cash to stash my dick hoes Strictly a bell Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss rap singer I be the one to blame as the keep risin' To the top and it stop
Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to the dopest bitches Approachin' with good intentions but on they riches If it's too hot then get the up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I kick them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine luger click Bitches we just, keep kickin' up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me than head tumors Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you me phony niggas be buggin' I can tell Cause the in me wanna sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, vv's and Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled rol-eys the police keep my wallet obese Who the windy city woman still comin' and Straight the chi Tonight's the for all the ladies let's get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know I'm sayin' I ain't even gon' leave without sayin somethin' on track You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' I look like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh Check it out, uh huh,
Oh what a You should be like missy 'stead of bein' mike I to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes Me and lil' kim got the to incite I gotta a flight Aheheh, round three and can't see us from elektra to undeas Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
Ladies night, night...