Lil' kim, left eye, elliot, da brat, & angie martinez (appears on the version of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's one, and another one From kim, the queen bee
ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the Roll the l's tight keep the right Yo I made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team Me and kim is gettin' like thelma and louise But on chrome never leave that brooklyn shit So if you say it's on then on
Bang this in whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the a french kiss I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth Make you ooowwww I stay in the dopest Like a penny with a hole in it y'all just And toke this I ain't Niggas tryin' to knock me off keep All it takes is one phone to my street team Promote that ass like a new jack ci-tay Set it off with eighty-fiftay Y'all the buck what the fuck Bump biggie in the truck a buck to my several bitches see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my sisters me
Oh is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight Oh this is ladies night, oh what a (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the is right Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, never the one a gun Got some other raw chicks for that lay that ass I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs with Get ya back up on the path Ain't no stoppin' my ladies club hoppin' gets my rock on From still frozen at paradise joint Booty shakin' with the in my left one hand sayin' step-son To me my girls is fancy fly To my niggas snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin' shit If you ain't got the cash to suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell Lay another on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the keep risin' To the top and it don't
Y'all see how these bogus try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin' good intentions but focusin' on they riches If it's too hot then get the up out the kitchen dicks stay lifted when they thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger Bitches bust we just, keep kickin' up And you can rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me Playa phony niggas be I can tell the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, and m3's Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Fuck the police my wallet obese Who the windy city woman still and gunnin' Straight the chi Tonight's the night for all the ladies get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what I'm I ain't even gon' leave sayin somethin' on this track You gonna use me to just be singin' hooks What I like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a You should be like missy 'stead of like mike I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to I gotta a flight Aheheh, three and shit Niggas can't see us elektra to undeas Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
night, ladies night...