Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga It's the jump off, come on I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off And back up before the hive, let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love, that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum This is for my peeps With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my playas in the hood, stay fly And if your ballin', let me hear you say right It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers Special delivery for you and yours I rep for bitches, he rep for boys If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh, let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth Shake up the dice, throw down your ice Bet it all playa, fuck the price Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice Been around the world, cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass Gimme some, step on the gas Pop the cork and roll up the hash You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash This is for my peeps With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my playas in the hood, stay fly And if your ballin', let me hear you say right Enter the world of the Playboy, pin up girl Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but pearls You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty Chicks by the layers and all different flavors Mafioso, that's how this thing go Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body, body, move your body, body On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody body I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here This is for my peeps With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my playas in the hood, stay fly And if your ballin', let me hear you say right Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up Yeah and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man Right, right, right, right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and fuckin' three, why not? We makin' it hot Come to know the spot, come on, aiyyo She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah B.I.G., Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh © NOTORIOUS K.I.M. MUSIC; VIRGINIA BEACH MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; BIG POPPA MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; L.B. FAM PUBLISHING; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; BEE MO EASY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com