Whoa — Lil' Kim | караоке с текстом песни

Damn, girl, this is our last party Yeah. Girl, you think I should've wore my Fendi boots instead of my Versace boots? Girl, those are sexy. Are you mother crazy? Let's go ahead, let's get this money. Let's get back to Brooklyn, let's split it up, and we gonna be good. All right, if we gonna go to jail, we might as well go to jail for a reason. Huh, tell me about it. The beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa. Fresh out the federal building. The Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings. It's the Black Widow, call me Miss White. I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights. Brooklyn bitch, it go wrong, I get right. Back with a classic, now give me six mics. Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a pipe. Man, I does it in heels or a hair dress nice. Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X. Gorillas beating on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X. Please keep the peace 'cause a coward showed me disrespect. My niggas put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you next. Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor. Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator. And I ain't tripping off you rats and investigators. Get your envelopes, time to address the haters. My niggas pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa. Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no, no, no. In the club, we sipping Dom P, sitting lovely, oh, whoa, whoa. Sexy ladies going crazy 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa. Me and my team, we tryna own casinos. So we can all cop cribs like Pacino's. Come through in the '06 Benzitos. The feds tryna shut us down like Nino. We keep it going, man. We keep it going, man. Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it going, man. See, I do it for the fans, they'll never understand. While they going north, course, me, I'm sticking to the plan. Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew. Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through. Them faggots done did something that they can't undo. Whoever riding with them, they could get one too. Coulda copped out to a 123 too. Still took it to trial even though I blew. Brooklyn style, that's how we do it. Real gangsters, and ain't got to prove it. My niggas pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa. Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no, no, no. I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M and I B-I-G, R-I-P Baby. I rep BK in the NYC. Don't know bitch do it like I D-I-D and since '96 your chick been on TV like MTV and BET. So T-R-L in 106. I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit. Mama push whips like BM dubs and your BM trip when she see me in the club. And me and 5-0, I don't see him in the club 'cause he out in CT with a dick in his butt. Y'all stay OT while I stay OC. That's out the country with the A-R-A-Bs. With my girl M to the O to the E. She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D. I'm Bella to that death and don't ask why 'cause the mafia's P-U-S-S-Y. And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys 'cause they took the stand on the DA's side. I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T chick in the game. What the fuck, I gotta spell it out?