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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Vocals
Angie Martinez
Angie Martinez
Vocals
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Vocals
Da Brat
Da Brat
Vocals
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Kimberly Jones
Kimberly Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Armando Colon
Armando Colon
Producer
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah
Uh, here's another one
And another one, yeah
I'm Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
It's ladies' night, what
It must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight
Keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this mother**** up last night
And uh, I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin' cream, like Thelma and Louise
But on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn **** alone
So if you say it's on, then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Platinum-coated Rollie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismiss all you chicks
Spit six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ow!
I stay focused and the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Tryin' to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack City
Set it off with the eight-fiddy
Y'all missin' the buck, with the ***?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough ****
Lemme see ya do the Bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West, the Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
Oh, this is ladies' night
And our rhymes is tight
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, this is ladies' night
And the feeling's right
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Uh, never the one, packin' a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your pants flat
I bes the one chockin' ya paragraphs with laughs
Get ya back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin' me, ladies, from club hoppin'
Gets my rock on
From Flavors to Frozen and Paradise joint
Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one
Right-hand sayin', "Step, son"
To me, my girls is fancy fly misses
To my **** straight snitches
And to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't takin' that trip
If you ain't got the cash to stash, catch a brick, hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad wolf, miss lady-rap-singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin'
To the top and it don't stop
Oh, this is ladies' night
And our rhymes is tight
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Oh, this is ladies' night
And the feeling's right
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Y'all see how these bogus mistas try not to notice the dopest sistas
Approachin' with good intentions, but focusin' on they riches
If it's too hot, then get that ass up out the kitchen
Listen carefully, I don't give a damn if you don't care for me
The rhythm I kick puzzle them like arithematic
Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine-milli Luger click
Let us bust, we just keep kickin' up dust
And you can spread rumors, this is makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa-haters be buggin'
I can tell 'cause the thug in me wanna do illegal things for cheese
Need to get me mo' of these VVs and M3s
VTs from overseas, pimped out styled Roleys
Duck from the police, keep my wallet obese
Who the Windy City woman still comin' and gunnin' straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, we keepin' it tight
Oh, this is ladies' night
And our rhymes is tight
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Ladies' night
And the feeling's right
Oh, this is ladies' night
Oh, what a night (Oh, what a night)
Ayo, Kim
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin' somethin' on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein' like Mike
I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight, around three-ish
**** can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Ow, **** wanna be us
Huh, I'm out, ooh (Ladies' night, ladies')
Written by: Kimberly Jones, Lisa Lopes, Shawntae Harris, Angela Martinez, Melissa Elliott
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