Whoa — Lil' Kim | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa. Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no, no, no. In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh, oh, oh. Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beats like, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fresh out the federal buildin', the Bentley coupe with the convertible ceilin'. It's the Black widow, call me Ms. White. I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights. Brooklyn bitch, she 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 kite. Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of Chris Nikes. Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X. Guerillas beatin' on their chest, get it right on Malcolm X. Please keep the peace, 'cause a coward show 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 trippin' 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, sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh, oh, oh. Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beats 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 goin', man. We keep it goin', man. Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin', man. See, I do it for the fans, they'll never understand. While they goin' off course, man, I'm stickin' to the plan. Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew. Fuck Junior Mafia, that chapter's through. Them factors are dead, something that they can't undo. Whoever ridin' with 'em, they could get one too. Could've copped out to a one to three do. 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. In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh, oh, oh. Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beats like, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh. Oh-oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh. Oh-oh, oh, oh. Now, a party ain't a party till the queen come through. You know where I go, man, the team come too. Pull up in the Phantom or the V12. Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe. And the club with my clique, though. Glass full of Cristo. In the jail, jumpsuit, still a bad bitch, though. Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get-go. Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk. Get your little dance up. BK, stand up. Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up. Throw it up, get down, fellas, hold your pants up. Ladies, throw it right back, tell that nigga man up. My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa. Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no, no, no. In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh, oh, oh. Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beats like, whoa, whoa, whoa.