tracks) Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black Ladies scream he's the mack, cause I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick you with My chick,
Evil I see, hear and speak it Lady put your money on Shady Fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket You can count every muh'fucking chicken
. I'm a white chick singer The drums are a - smokin' and so's the bass Shake your thing When you sing Just sixteen No disco queen I'm a white chick singer
be imma imma be Imma be be be be imma imma be Imma be be be be imma imma be [Fergie] Imma be on the next level, Imma be rockin' over that bass
that) [x4] Boom boom boom (Yeah) [x2] Boom boom boom [x2] [Will.i.am] Yo I got the hit that beat the block You can get that bass overload I got
the only one dancin' up in this place [Britney Spears and Madonna:] Tonight I'm here [Britney Spears:] Feel the beat of the drum, gotta get with that bass
man It's Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand [Sean Paul] Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon Turn up di bass and di treble music
gettin really hot Pretty with it, the way a bitch can make the city stop Whyle all night, mami know the routine Style so right and I’m creatin a new scene Bass
[Verse 1:] When the bass knock, the beat so hard Got the 808 drum to make your face knot Other rappers they chill, but we still flow I'll Got the shit
a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass
's tattooed on 'his arm.... I'm Bossy I'm the one y'all love to hate I'm the chick that's raisin' stakes I told Young Stunna he should switch to bass
Downtown where I usually go, hit that door I walk straight in VIP, yeah that's my space, don't do no 8s, my top be 10 [LeToya] A H-town chick, you already
pop revolvers Fit a cap too big, so it cover my eyes That Lambo that ain't shit, just a public disguise And that top model chick, she for the diamond
Half your life you kept it in Born without a stomach Now the thread around you spins No, you're not that kind of girl No, you could've had the world
Juveniles won't smile, vows are reckless Sexless race less souls unrespected Hooligans and street urchins lurkin' Doin' hoods, a neighborhood's worst
When he moves I watch him from behind He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips And when he drives
for you to leave her Who's that chick? who's that chick? Who's that chick? who's that chick? Who's that chick? who's that chick? Back on the dancefloor
had raped the game young You can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gon build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin Now superbad chicks