Lil' Kim - Ladies Night (Not Tonight Remix) lyrics

Uhh {dice thrown} yeah

Uhh, here's another one, and another one

Yeah

Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee

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

And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team

Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise

but on chrome, never leave that 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, ooowwww

I stay focused, in the dopest

Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless

And toke this, I ain't lye-in

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 tha 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 rhymes 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 a gun

Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat

I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs

Getcha 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

If 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 good intentions but focusin on they riches

If it's, too hot then 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 luger 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 and 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, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?

I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track

You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks

What I look like?

Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh

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

Aheheh, round three and shit

Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas

Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us

Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, ladies night