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(Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) |
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Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) |
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Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) |
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Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) |
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It's the jump off (Come on) |
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(1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) |
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I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) |
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Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off |
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And back up before the hive let the pump off |
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In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off |
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All we wanna do is party (Woo!) |
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And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) |
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Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari |
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I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari |
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Spread love that's what a real mob do |
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Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) |
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I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) |
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Or out come the beast |
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We the best still there's room for improvement |
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Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement |
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Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) |
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And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum |
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(Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks) |
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This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz |
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Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) |
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Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real |
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And live good, East coast West coast worldwide |
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All my playas in the hood stay fly |
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And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) |
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(2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) |
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It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) |
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Special delivery for you and yours (Now) |
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I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) |
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If you rep for your hood then make some noise |
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I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat |
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Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? |
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Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about |
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How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!! |
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Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) |
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Bet it all playa fuck the price |
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Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice |
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Been around the world cop the same thing twice |
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Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) |
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Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) |
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Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!) |
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You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash |
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(3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) |
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Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl |
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butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls |
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You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky |
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And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy |
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Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti |
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Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy |
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No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) |
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Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) |
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Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) |
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Now everybody come get with the lingo |
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Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) |
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On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) |
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I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover |
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When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over |
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Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear |
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We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here |
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(Mr. Cheeks) |
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Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide |
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And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB |
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Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot |
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She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah |
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B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
