Big Momma Thang (remix)

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, twenty-one

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'tcha like the way I roll

And play with my bushy

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue's 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 niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya 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 Coupe, make you jump ship

Leave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up

Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Lil' Cease

Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits

Rock Lil' 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 niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys

Big scooped a young bitch off her knees

Threw me at high priced Beam's

Face on TV's, platinum CD's

Shit, I never faught

It's on nigga, what, 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

Y'all strategy misses still plannin' weddings

M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit

Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me