TLC - Not Tonight Remix Lyrics
Lil kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie martinez(appears on the nothing to lose soundtrack)Uhh, yeahUhh, heres another one, and another oneYeah, from lil kimThe queen beeIts ladies night what, it must be angie on the micThe butter p honey got the sugar got the spiceRoll the ls tight, keep the rhymes rightYo I just made this motherf.... up last nightAnd uhh...Im 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 its on then its onBang this in your whipsPack em call the roadie with the chips in the wristsHeres a french kissI 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 yall just hopelessAnd toke this I aint lyinTryin to knock me off keep tryinAll it takes is one phone call to my street teamPromote that ass like a soundtrack new jack ci-taySet it off with the eighty-fiftayYall missin the buck what the f...Bump biggie in the trunk hand the buck to my double...Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richestIts 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 rightOh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)Uhh, never the one packin a gunGot some other raw chicks for that, lay your pants flatI bes the one chokin ya paragraphs, with laughsGet ya back up on the right pathAint no stoppin my ladies from club hoppin gets my rock onFrom flavors still frozen at paradise jointBooty shakin with a glass in my left oneRight hand sayin step-sonTo me my girls is fancy fly missesTo my...straight snitches and to them other chicosLady pimp aint takin that tripIf you aint got the cash to stash catch a brick hoesStrictly a bell ringerLay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singerI be the one to blame as the flames keep risinTo the top and it dont stopChorusYall see, how these bogus mistas try not to notice the dopest sistasApproachin with good intentions but focusin on they richesIf its too hot then get that ass up out the kitchenListen carefully I dont give a damn if you dont care for meThe rhythm I kick puzzle them like arithe-ma-ticFillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger clickBetters 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 meEnvious playa-haters be buggin I can tellCause the thug in me wanna do illegal things for cheeseNeed to get me mo of deez, vvs and m3sVts from overseas pimped out styled rol-eysStopped from the police keep my wallet obeseWho the windy city woman still comin and gunninStraight from the chiTonights the night for the ladies we keepin it tightChorusAiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what Im sayinI aint even gon leave without sayin somethin on this trackYou aint gonna use me to just be singin hooksWhat I look likePatti labelle or somebodyCheck it out, uh huh, yeahOh what a nightYou should be like missy stead of bein like mikeI like to ride ponies instead of ridin bikesMe and lil kim got the rhymes to inciteI gotta catch a flightAheheh, round three and shhh...Yall cant see us from elektra to undeasAaaaoooowwww...wanna be usHeh Im out he, oohLadies night, ladies night...
