Lil Kim (Rerelease) - 3D Natee

Never a flaw A different kind of high Y'know, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance In the ladies' frame, leavin' cum stains Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw, uhh Never a flaw, never before, have you seen such magnificence In the black princess, yes flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me, call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust, without a bank account I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta Hangin' wit boosters, in the best name brand with the insane clan Man listen, my position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it Arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin', lyrically electrifyin', bitches by lyin' 'Bout the clothes they be buyin' Some stores won't even let you whores in 'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin' booze I sip Crystal and Landcruise Receive all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin' you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach Like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams 'Cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks Is all we got as we sail out, entrepreneurs Crystal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours Boring huh, I'm warnin' ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch When I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas Then rock the shots of the liquor They make me cum quicker Rub between your belly like jelly, R.Kelly You think, you ballin' but your body's callin' Free fallin', you roll in fuck the bumpin' and grindin' Have you jumpin' and whinin' when I'm climbin I be doin' groups like Troup body rockin' H Town or Horace Brown, watch out now Babyface can pay da rent and cook me five meals My mama got the ripper pill What the deal on that Prince cat He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty Brian McKnights tight Joe is kinda slow Oh what about D'Angelo I want some of that brown sugar Then watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts like Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) I fuck Mike Sta flyway, fuck dem LaDae cats, they wack And one on of dem resemble Craig Mack I need a new edition, I need some men with vision Pussy eatin' position to go to shower pissin' I made my getting fucked in the Pinto Now I'm skin deep in da Lexus Jeep Peep da Queen sista, if I would fuck wit Mista They'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses Jason, who da fuck time ya wastin' I got no patience for little dick tastin' I'd rather go dolo, solo then I can get some Heaven And be the fuck out after seven All for One and one for all I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of ya'll And if ya immature, than I'm out the door I'm on fire gettin' head by the Harlem Boys Choir Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin' an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin' Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble Make an example with this pussy sample, her we go You didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch Don't fuck with this I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide When I'm done give me a high five You can touch me and tease me, as if my name was Case But we got to drink a pace for me to participate Don't playa hate nigga, it's cool with me I'm icin' Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick

(Muah!) Muy caliente Time to keep it cool, that's what the wrist say Don't be a fool, that's what the fist say (woo) I'm crushin' these bitches like it's a Wednesday Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do Inside whited out, I just erased you Outside all black, it's biracial I'm married to the money and I'm so faithful Man, this ring finger so icy (icy) It's like my middle finger don't fuck with it (fuck y'all niggas) These red bottoms so spicy (spicy) It's like there's red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em Pull up in the dawn, spicy 250 on the arm, spicy They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy When Kim come through, they get spicy You know my niggas be, spicy And all my bitches be, spicy Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy The team lit, everythin' we do spicy Shit's real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel I'm too classy, too bossy You bitches ain't spicy, y'all just salty Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life And you bitches couldn't Xscape with T.I's wife I'm so spicy Pull up in the dawn, spicy 250 on the arm, spicy They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy When Kim come through, they get spicy You know my niggas be, spicy And all my bitches be, spicy Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy The team lit, everythin' we do spicy We steppin' in hotter this year We steppin' in hotter this year And they ain't gon' like it They gon' be spicy Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté Then I sprinkle on it like I'm Salt Bae Them jerks ain't gettin' chicken so they hot sauce You drippin' wack juice, boy, it's not sauce Stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers Your dick suckin' done got worse than Blac Chyna Spice out the cabinet aka the closet I'm makin' up some fly shit, I'm makin' a deposit Remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex Now I'm into cayenne, drippin' sriracha Tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga Get some bangin' head, then amnesia on 'em Should I plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'? Kimmy Pull up in the dawn, spicy 250 on the arm, spicy They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy (I-C-Y) Why Kim come through, they get spicy You know my niggas be, spicy And all my bitches be, spicy Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy The team lit, everythin' we do spicy We steppin' in hotter this year We steppin' in hotter this year And they ain't gon' like it They gon' be spicy You know my niggas be, spicy And all my bitches be, spicy Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy The team lit, everythin' we do spicy Kimmy, they gon' be spicy after this one!

(Intro: Millie Jackson) Due to the fact that there are some people Like the lady over there that said she was Who thinks I'm dirty I really couldn't give a shit 'Cause ya'll by my records Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) Why all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause Mi no owe nobody no explanation I convert it over to di almighty one When dis bad gyal come out We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth Some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem... Lil' Kim stay hot Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foor yacht Man this hatin' don't stop Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me I know my vets in the game got to feel me 'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me 'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me Watchin' them is like a Broadway play Sittin' next to the Queen Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be I'm the reason why the game so sexy The originator, the trend creator Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me (Interlude: Adele Givens I know what you think, she's such a f**kin' lady Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect You see your words don't mean a thing Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh The feds pinched me for shootin' But instead they indicted me for my f**kin' music This jealous muthaf**ka and this prosecutin' dyke bitch Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught You see when you on top, niggas want what you got Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you So don't preach to me bout singing, I, I am just a woman You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I... gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad That's just between me and mi God And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad That's just up to me Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect

Man listen up here no time for a tease Y'all stand up s c u double z Ima beat it up even when I'm feeling lazy Pass you the ball bitch call me tom Brady She giving head man that shit was crazy Im not YG but that shit real Brazy Y'all can hate me it really don't faze me When I wrap up she left in a daze see I'm so fresh with my chain I'm wavy Mmmm let's switch up the flow Throw me a beat Ima kill it for sho Line em all up shoot 'em down 4 I go You wanna take a shot blow for blow Make em holla back when I'm pulling on her tracks I go to work on her cat when it waxed I throwing up ones so she threw it back I'm making all cash man fuck paying tax Green every where bitch counting my racks Beat it up good My brotha telling me she had a mouth full of sack Everybody running n rushing 3D Broke up with my doubts to marry my dreams We make em holla back when we step on the scene Too many poles man this ain't make believe And I don't want none y'all playing with me I do what I please my name on the lease Addicted to these bitches man I got a disease Look how she do it with the slow release My neck piece got too many VV's I try to keep it Peace but that pussy so sweet so I go back to back Man I gotta repeat She asleep in the sheets from my meat Put a mask on that bitch Halloween trick or treat Scuzz running on this track like I'm a athlete She wanna speak up pssh bitch take a seat Look at me flow my diamonds on my fleek Man it's getting too hot yeah I turned up the heat That's my shit that's my shit Pull up to the spot ice shades and the jeans Young who? Lil what? Nah it's 3D When we started this shit it was just double ZZ Used to pay for shit but now we getting it for free It's a fact I attack quick punch or a smack When I'm chillen with the boys we run it up and run it back Listen with both ears when I'm rapping on the track Been doing it for years while you try but it's wack Is this girl real or is this girl faking Come up sit on this big dick bitch take it They get nervous when squizzy bust out on the scene Pick em up punch around knock em down like creed Another mad man but this one got a tool Dude you better stay cool don't move or I'll shoot Steady aim with this shit have you shaking in your boots I don't lie when I spit so you know that's the truth I'm a rude dude stay cool with the blue boots What I say is true do what I want right mood When I spit this shit taste good: got the right food High up in the sky cause I'm I'm fly like a kite Triple S turned to 3D ain't lying You trying applying but we denying Eye em up stay back we flying quit prying Go back to ya pack be sad keep crying Woah Kick it to the window and I kick it to the door The best damn rapper and you know that's for sure Might that it's wack just listen some more Holla lil momma if you tryna really swallow Comma got a dollar for you just keep out all the drama My dick like bullet in your brain Osama Hit her in exotic like we go to Yokohama I always smile when I stay scheming Turned 3 Ss into Ds new meaning People just freeze when I start to spit Call me Jack Frost water freeze when it drips Another mad man but this one got a tool Dude you better stay cool don't move or I'll shoot Steady aim with this shit have you shaking in your boots I don't lie when I spit so you know that's the truth I'm a rude dude stay cool with the blue boots What I say is true do what I want right mood When I spit this shit taste good got the right food High up in the sky cause I'm I'm fly like a kite Triple S turned to 3D ain't lying You trying applying but we denying Eye em up stay back we flying quit prying Go back to ya pack be sad keep crying Woah