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...
