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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rasheeda
Rasheeda
Vocals
Fallon King
Fallon King
Vocals
Farrah King
Farrah King
Vocals
Felisha King
Felisha King
Vocals
Neosha King Lawrence
Neosha King Lawrence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felisha King
Felisha King
Songwriter
Fallon King
Fallon King
Songwriter
Farrah King
Farrah King
Songwriter
Neosha King Lawrence
Neosha King Lawrence
Songwriter
Rasheeda Frost
Rasheeda Frost
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Vito
Don Vito
Producer
Howard White
Howard White
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Cheese
Cheese
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here y'all? This right here is what we call female pimpin' Understand that Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby, okay Don Vito you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL Straight up, A-Town. That's my type Thugged out from the hood that's what I like Neck, ears, wrist shinning so bright Give me paper or plastic anything I like You see I like 'em kind of cool Black shades, black tee and black shoes Candy painted Impala on 22s Straight up gutta is just my kind of dude Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me All my fellas need to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly I'm not the picky type, I like my thugs from every city GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty boys Oh, they do something to me See I have to disagree I like my thugs from the NYC Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street Now man it's something 'bout them G's Make Rasheeda temperature jump 100 degrees Is it the money or the candy paint drippin' Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'? Plus he know just how to, how to b*** i* u* Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me That's how it's going down right here, baby We calling out all the G's all around the world Please believe it, y'all need to keep it pimpin' Keep ya A game, keep it tight baby This Cherish right here This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach The Urban Legend It don't get no better than this
Writer(s): Rasheedah W. Frost, Felisha Tashira King, Fallon Tashira King, Farrah Janelle King, Neosha King, John Hosea Williams, Rodney Richard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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