Lil' Kim - Ladies Night Lyrics
{dice shakin}Uhh {dice thrown} yeahUhh, here's another one, and another oneYeahLil' kim, the queen beeVerse one: angie martinez, lil' kimIt's ladies night what, it must be angie on the micThe butter p honey got the sugar got the spiceRoll the l's tight, keep the rhymes rightYo i just made this mother*****er up last nightAnd uhh... i'm the rookie on this all-star teamMe and kim is gettin cream, like thelma and louiseBut on chrome, never leave that brooklyn shit aloneSo if you say it's on then it's onBang this in your whipsPlatinum coated rolli with the chips in the wristsHere's a french kiss *kissing sound*I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifthMake you dance, ooowwwwI stay focused, in the dopestLike a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopelessAnd toteless, i ain't lye-inNiggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryinAll it takes is one phone call to my street teamPromote that ass, like a soundtrack new jack ci-taySet it off with the eighty-fitayY'all missin the buck, with the *****Bump biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough *****esLemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richestIt's the rap mae west to q-bAnd i got all my sisters with meChorus:Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tightOh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is rightOh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)Verse two: left eyeUhh, never the one, packin a gunGot some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flatI be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughsGetcha back up on the right pathAin't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock onFrom flavors still frozen at paradise jointBooty shakin with the glass in my left oneRight hand sayin step-sonTo me my girls is fancy fly *****esToo my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicosLady pimp ain't havin that shitIf you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoesStrictly a bell ringerLay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singerI be the one to blame as the flames keep risinTo the top and it don't stopChorusVerse three: da bratY'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest *****esApproachin with good intentions but focusin on they richesIf it's, too hot then get the ***** up out the kitchenNiggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of meCause the rhythm i kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-ticFillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click*****es bust, we just, keep kickin up dustAnd you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumorsHumor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin mePlaya phony niggaz be buggin, i can tellCause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keysNeed to get me mo' of deez, vv's and m3'sSmoke weed from overseas pimped out styled rol-eys***** the police keep my wallet obeseWho the, windy city woman still still comin and gunninStraight from the chiTonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!ChorusVerse four: missyAiyyo kim, heheh, yaknowhati'msayin ?I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this trackYou ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooksWhat i look like?Patti labelle or somebody nigga? hehehCheck it out, uh huh, yeahOh what a nightYou should be like missy 'stead of bein like mikeI like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikesMe and lil' kim got the rhymes to inciteI gotta catch a flightAheheh, round three and shitNiggaz can't see us from elektra to undeasAaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be usHeh i'm out he, ooh*ladies night, ladies night...*
