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