Paroles de Checkin' For You
Lil' Kim:See it's two type of bitches in the world:
You got a broke bitch... you got a rich bitch.
That would explain what I am, and what my girl Missy is.
We da rich mothafuckin' BIYIOTCHES!
That's right.
And then you got a bitch like me, who just stand above all bitches.
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you know what I'm saying?
But ya'll know what the fuck I mean.
Heh, I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right, motherfucka, what?
Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me!
A mothafucka ain't taking my title, or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title, what? That's right.
See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game of chess.
You see, a real queen needs a king.
You damn mothafuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me,
That can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self.
So when ya'll see me in the street, this is what I want ya'll to do.
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely, and say...
Say it along, say it along now, say, "She's a BITCH!"
Missy:
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor;
He was lookin' at my ass, and I turned him on...
I see him talkin' to his boy on his cell-ya-phone
I looked at him and all he could say
Was "Damn, baby... bring it on..." I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you know what I'm saying?
But ya'll know what the fuck I mean.
Heh, I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right, motherfucka, what?
Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me!
A mothafucka ain't taking my title, or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title, what? That's right.
See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game of chess.
You see, a real queen needs a king.
You damn mothafuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me,
That can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self.
So when ya'll see me in the street, this is what I want ya'll to do.
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely, and say...
Say it along, say it along now, say, "She's a BITCH!"
Missy:
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor;
He was lookin' at my ass, and I turned him on...
I see him talkin' to his boy on his cell-ya-phone
I looked at him and all he could say
Was "Damn, baby... bring it on..." I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say,
They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name,
I don't give a... (I don't give a...)
I just wanna take him home, take him to the house, then turn him out...
He ain't checkin' for you...
ELLIOTT, MELISSA A. / MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. / JONES, KIMBERLY
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