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| Lil Kim Hardcore Big Momma Thang You got it goin' on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin' on, wha wha [Verse One: Lil' Kim] I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one And another one, and another one, and another one 24 carots nigga That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh Don'tcha like the way I roll And play wit' my bushy Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage Baby carriage Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep 'em comin' all the time [Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)] Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why your mad at me [Verse Two: Jay Z] How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits Rock Little Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the doe I got love and Big know it He must got the studio bug Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures [Chorus] Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why your mad at me [Verse Three: Lil' Kim] Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's Big scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me at high priced Beam's Face on tv's, platinum CD's Shit, I never faught Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for pape's Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine And I'm married to this Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh [Chorus] [repeat x4:] Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why your mad at me |
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