Letra de Big Momma Thang

[Intro: Lil' Kim]
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
Twenty-four carats nigga
That's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be babblin', and oh
Don't chu like the way I roll...
And play with my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, damn, this bitch is bad
Baby carriage, damn, I love that ass
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time, why

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I run with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trick you for the cheese, tear your womb up
Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil'Cease
Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the dough
I got love and Big know it, He must got the studio bugged
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And dem my niggas But I like the sound:
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
It's on nigga, what, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me