Big Momma Thang (feat. JAY Z & Lil' Cease)

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' 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, 21 And another one, and another one, and another one 24-karats nigga That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh Don't you 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? Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why you're mad at me 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 with, I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trick you for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin' 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 B.I.G. 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, no, my niggas, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me at high priced Beam's Face on tv's, platinum CD's Shit, I never thought It's on nigga, wha', pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck? Stay fillin', half a mill'n 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' with the 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 Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but you can't be That's why your mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring...