Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim

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  • Lil' Kim No Time Lyrics

           

    Intro: puff daddy

    Heh, heheheh

    I got, no time for fake niggaz
    Just sip some cristal with these real niggaz
    From east to west coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
    And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

    I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Just sip some cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    From east to west coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
    And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
    ("how you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - b.i.g.)
    I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Just sip some cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    ("i rely on bed-stuy to shut it down if i gotta" - b.i.g.)
    From east to west coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)
    And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)

    Verse one: lil' kim

    Yeauhhh, i momma, miss ivana
    Usually rock the prada, sometimes gabbana
    Stick you for your cream and your riches
    Zsa zsa gabor, demi moore, prince diane and all them rich bitches
    Puff daddy pump the hummer for the summer
    I follow -- in the e-class with the goggles
    96 models, bad click on the stroll
    (tell em how we roll) cruise control
    Nuttin make a woman feel betta
    Than berrettas and amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
    Chillin in a benz with my ami-gos
    Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
    If you say so's, then i'm the same chick
    That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
    Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
    Nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!

    Chorus: puff daddy

    Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Just sip some cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    From east to west coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
    And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
    ("how you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - b.i.g.)
    I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Just sip some cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    ("i rely on bed-stuy to shut it down if i gotta" - b.i.g.)
    From east to west coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
    And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

    Verse two: puffy (kim moaning in the background), lil' kim

    How you like it baby? uhh, from the front
    Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
    Bet your man won't do it like that
    Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
    Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
    Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha
    Make you scream pa-pa

    You da best, da da
    Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
    Uhh! same my name baby (okay)
    Before you nut, i'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
    Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
    I'm drinkin babies, then i cracks for the mercedes
    Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
    Or the raven, oohwee i see
    Your girl ain't a freak like me, or adina
    Huh, can't fade a rhinoceros in rap (say what?)
    Lil' kim pussy (uhh) how prepostorous is that? (ha hah!)

    Chorus: subst 'got' for 'heyyy', minus b.i.g. samples

    Verse three: lil' kim

    Uhh, right back at cha, the one cleopatra (say what?)
    Diggin in your stash
    (niggaz think they gonna get some ass) no money money
    Or licky licky? fuck the dicky dicky
    And the quickie, gimme your loot
    Your mac-11 then shoot
    Your game ain't sweet, john paul peeps
    Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
    Don't sweat it, i bet it'd
    Make ya cum smooth if you let it
    Huh, you can't stop a chick from ballin
    Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know
    While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
    Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
    We stay draped in diamonds and pearls
    Beside every man is a bad girl
    (that's right... nine-six bad boy c'mon)

    Chorus to end, broken down by four line groups
    1st group: w/o b.i.g
    2nd group: w/o b.i.g.
    3rd group: 1st b.i.g. sample twice
    4th group: 2nd b.i.g. sample twice plus voiceover
    Spread love, c'mon
    5th group: 1st b.i.g. sample twice
    6th group: 2nd b.i.g. sample twice
    7th group: w/o b.i.g. plus voiceover
    As we proceed, to give you what you need!
    We continue on!
    8th group: w/o b.i.g. plus voiceover
    Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon!
    Hahah
    (fades into 9th group)

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