Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Sylvester
Sylvester
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Owen
D. Owen
Songwriter
F. HAMILTON
F. HAMILTON
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
K. Jones
K. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Executive Producer
F. HAMILTON
F. HAMILTON
Producer
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Executive Producer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Lance "Un" Rivera
Lance "Un" Rivera
Executive Producer
Tony Black
Tony Black
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Never a flaw
A different kind of high
You know, feel me on this, huh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance
In the lady frame
Leavin' cum stains, **** remain in awe
When I brought a Derringer, throw it to your jaw, uh
Never a flaw
Never before have you seen such magnificence in the Black princess, yes
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie
Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, **** lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out, uh, I'm used to
Hangin' with boosters in the best name brand with the insane clan
Man, listen
My position is lieutenant, like a block of hash, got the burners up in it, percent it
I send it back to you greasy
Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off with a tattoo that starts off, uh
[Chorus]
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
[Verse 2]
Uh, to my **** that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little while they **** lick the middle
I'm the Don, y'all
High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear
Yeah, enough glorifying, lyrically electrifying
Bitches be lying bout the clothes they be buying
Some stores won't even let you whores in
TilI begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass all crews
Bitches still drinking booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Receive all the "Ooh's" and the "Ah's", the jewels and the cars
Slick ****, I'm sticking you, Baby Pah, uh
Yes indeed, flow's first class and yours is coach like the bag
The Prada mama, jog five miles a day, then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana
[Chorus]
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
[Verse 3]
Inhale this, clench your fist
Then you feel the mist through the uterus
Can you picture this?
Life without me, wake up, you're having bad dreams
'Cause your fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat, what you thought?
We get caught and get bailed out?
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out
Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
Boring, huh? I'm warnin' you
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich when I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit and get my toes licked
The drugs ****, hahahaha
[Chorus]
Uh, damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Written by: D. Owen, F. HAMILTON, Isaac Hayes, K. Jones
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