Lil Kim - Big Mama Thang lyrics

Yeah, wha wha You got it going on, wha wha Uh, wha wha, you got it going on, wha wha Yeah, wha wha, you got it going on, wha wha I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the sh** Handle it like a real b**h Heather Hunter, Janet-Jac-me, take it in the bu*t, yazz yazz what I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby it's a big mama thing Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings? That's how many times I wanna cum, 21 And another one, and another and another one 24 Carats n***a, that's when I'm f**ing with the average n***a 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 the tounge's in the p**y Is marriage?(Damn this b**h is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that) sh** no, on the dime sh** is mine Got to keep em' cummin all the time, why (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x2 Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the b**h sh**ter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle Like Deniece Willams b**hes get peeled By the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can't-a do me not-a Want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa Get your titties wet, and wouldn't it be glorious if you give head to Notorious Then s** my crew You just a wanna be down with my clique b**h Just some dick s**ng, ready for an a** f**ing Let me stress, the tattoos on your breast B.I.G, you rocking my property P.Y.P, play your position Now I got you wishing, you never started dissing Plus I give head better than you, my p**y get wetter than you, f** better than you I dedicate this song to ya, like R. Kelly and them twin Pac's in your belly (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x2 Sore n***a what, p**y greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up What the f** Stay feelin' half millin', Gineva Diva, yeah I throws it down Make it round clown, the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh f**ing with the Don Push keys, these three for takes Yeah I ride crates, state to state, ten it takes Mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim While daydream and whine, I just keep getting mine And I, and I'm married to this Y'all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings Mafi also dead ends the bullsh**, any type that threatens to pull sh** Uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha Fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk a** I'll keep your head up (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x6