(Lil' Kim)
Yeah
Here's another one.
And another one.
Lil' Kim, the queen bee.


(Angie Martinez)
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 uh, I'm the rookie on this all-star team.
Me and Kim is getting creamed, like Thelma and Louise.
But on chrome.
Never leave that Brooklyn shit alone.
So if you say it's on, then it's on.

(Lil' Kim)
Bang this in your whips.
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists.
Here's a french kiss.
I dismiss all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance (Ow!)
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it
Y'all just hopeless
And toke this
I ain't lying
Niggas try to knock me over, keep trying
All it takes is one phone call to street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set it off with the eight-fiftay
Y'all missing the buck with the fuck Bump Biggie in the trunk
And the buck to my thorough bitches
Let me see you do the bankhead with ya riches
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).

(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)

(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 comin and gunnin straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

(Chorus)

(Missy Elliot)
Aye yo Kim, heheh, you know hatI'm sayin?
I ain't even gonna leave without sayin something 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

(Until fade)
Ladies Night


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