| [Foxy Brown] | |
| Brown *****, uh, chromed out six and *****t | |
| Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians | |
| Oh ***** no, I get this doe, Fox Brown Mama | |
| Jig suits from Gabbanna | |
| True, balla ***** who you callin' | |
| Papa we be fla*****n', sex lastin', all night long, it's strong | |
| The mattress, Ill na na, like Benihana steaks | |
| The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes | |
| Italian, Fox Brown the don, Gucci on | |
| Stylin, sip Crystal on the Cayman Islands | |
| Uh, got gay *****s ready to switch, like Ravano | |
| Turn that mob ***** to snitch, true player to don | |
| From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, jew-els be the bomb | |
| The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis | |
| Bad girl of the year 96, Pam Grier, uh! | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh | |
| I don't need no one | |
| I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh | |
| [Lil' Kim] | |
| Many people tell me my style is terriffic | |
| Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more | |
| Than the average whore, cause I'm focused | |
| I rock Versace lamps and saucers | |
| You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits | |
| The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh | |
| I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car | |
| Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star | |
| The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich ***** | |
| Stack banks by the chips, check it | |
| I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley | |
| Taxes is gettin' axes | |
| It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals | |
| Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I | |
| All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl | |
| The high pitch Queen ***** | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Da Brat] | |
| Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin | |
| Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black ***** | |
| Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete | |
| Come take a journey with this funkdefied ***** that can't be beat | |
| Once, twice, second time around for me | |
| Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be | |
| I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and *****s hated | |
| Relay it that I'm the *****t, twelve lookes and a pit | |
| Get hot like a chili pepper, flee for me | |
| You got the blunt give it away to the B-R uh A-T | |
| And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she | |
| And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streets | |
| I'm talkin mad money, acting funny with all the phonies | |
| keepin it real with homies who been real with me | |
| It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks | |
| Cash, count all his cheques, invest stocks and bonds | |
| Sippin on Don |
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