Lil kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie martinez
(appears on the unedited version of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, yeah
Uhh, heres another one, and another one
Yeah
From lil kim, the queen bee
Its ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic
The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the ls tight keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... Im 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 its on then its on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Heres 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 yall just hopeless
And toke this I aint 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
Yall 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
Its 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
Aint 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 aint havin that shit
If you aint 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 dont stop
Chorus
Yall see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If its 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, vvs and m3s
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
Tonights the night for all the ladies lets get high
Chorus
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what Im sayin
I aint even gon leave without sayin somethin on this track
You aint 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 cant see us from elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us
Heh Im out heh, ooh
Ladies night, ladies night...
