Checkin' For You Testo
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Testo Checkin' For You
Lil' Kim:
See it's two type of bitches in the world:
You got a broke bitch... you got a rich bitch.
That would explain what I am, and what my girl Missy is.
We da rich mothafuckin' BIYIOTCHES!
That's right.
And then you got a bitch like me, who just stand above all bitches.
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you know what I'm saying?
But ya'll know what the fuck I mean.
Heh, I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right, motherfucka, what? Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me!
A mothafucka ain't taking my title, or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title, what? That's right.
See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game of chess.
You see, a real queen needs a king.
You damn mothafuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me,
That can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self.
So when ya'll see me in the street, this is what I want ya'll to do.
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely, and say...
Say it along, say it along now, say, "She's a BITCH!"
Missy:
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor;
He was lookin' at my ass, and I turned him on...
I see him talkin' to his boy on his cell-ya-phone
I looked at him and all he could say
Was "Damn, baby... bring it on..."
I talk shit but I come through like a storm;
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah, nice and warm...
And all he could feel was this "love, baby..."
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
See it's two type of bitches in the world:
You got a broke bitch... you got a rich bitch.
That would explain what I am, and what my girl Missy is.
We da rich mothafuckin' BIYIOTCHES!
That's right.
And then you got a bitch like me, who just stand above all bitches.
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you know what I'm saying?
But ya'll know what the fuck I mean.
Heh, I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right, motherfucka, what? Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me!
A mothafucka ain't taking my title, or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title, what? That's right.
See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game of chess.
You see, a real queen needs a king.
You damn mothafuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me,
That can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self.
So when ya'll see me in the street, this is what I want ya'll to do.
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely, and say...
Say it along, say it along now, say, "She's a BITCH!"
Missy:
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor;
He was lookin' at my ass, and I turned him on...
I see him talkin' to his boy on his cell-ya-phone
I looked at him and all he could say
Was "Damn, baby... bring it on..."
I talk shit but I come through like a storm;
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah, nice and warm...
And all he could feel was this "love, baby..."
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
ELLIOTT, MELISSA A. / MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. / JONES, KIMBERLY
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