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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Sylvester
Sylvester
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Owen
D. Owen
Songwriter
F. HAMILTON
F. HAMILTON
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Lyrics
K. Jones
K. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Executive Producer
F. HAMILTON
F. HAMILTON
Producer
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Executive Producer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Lance "Un" Rivera
Lance "Un" Rivera
Executive Producer
Tony Black
Tony Black
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Never a flaw A different kind of high Y'know, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance In the ladies' frame, leavin' cum stains Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw, uhh Never a flaw, never before, have you seen such magnificence In the black princess, yes flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me, call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust, without a bank account I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta Hangin' wit boosters, in the best name brand with the insane clan Man listen, my position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it Arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin', lyrically electrifyin', bitches by lyin' 'Bout the clothes they be buyin' Some stores won't even let you whores in 'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin' booze I sip Crystal and Landcruise Receive all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin' you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach Like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams 'Cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks Is all we got as we sail out, entrepreneurs Crystal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours Boring huh, I'm warnin' ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch When I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Isaac Hayes, Kimberly Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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