Lil Kim: Not tonight

(dice shakin) uhh (dice thrown) yeah uhh, here's another one, and another one yeah Lil' Kim, the Queen B Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim 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 Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise But on chrome, never leave this 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 *kissing sound* I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make you dance, oooowwww 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 Niggaz 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 the eighty-fitay Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck Bump biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches Lemme see ya do the 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 ryhmes 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) Verse Two: Left Eye Uhh, never the one, packin the gun Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat I be the one chockin your paragraphs, with laughs Gethca back up on the right path Ain't no stoppin me 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 Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos lady pimp ain't havin that shit Ig you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin To the top and it don't stop CHORUS Verse Three: Da Brat Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin with the good intentions but focusin on the riches If it's too hotthe get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggaz 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 lugger 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 niggaz be buggin, I can tell Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs 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 still comin and gunnin Straight from the Chi Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high! CHORUS Verse Four: Missy Aiyyo Kim, hehehe, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track You ain;t gonna just use me for singin hooks What do i look like? Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? hehe Check it out, uh huh, yeah Oh what a night you should be like Missy 'stead of bein like MIke I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite I gotta catch a flight Ahehehe, round three and shit Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas Aaaaaaaoooooowwwwwww niggaz wanna be us