Ladies Night (Not Tonight Remix) 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 motherfucker 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 whipsPack em call the roadie 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 toke this, 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-tay Set It Off with the eighty-fitayY'all missin the buck, with the fuckBump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitchesLemme 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 right Oh 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 bitchesToo 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 ringer Lay 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 bitchesApproachin with good intentions but focusin on they richesIf it's, too hot then get the fuck 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 clickBitches 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's Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eysFuck 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 night You 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 incite I gotta catch a flightAheheh, round three and shitNiggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be usHeh I'm out he, ooh*ladies night, ladies night...*