Big Momma Thang (feat. Jay-Z) (Explicit) - Lil' Kim/Jay-Z

You got it goin' on wha wha

Wha wha

You got it goin' on wha wha

Wha wha

You got it goin' on wha wha

Wha wha

You got it goin' on wha wha

I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the sh*t

Handle it like a real b**ch Heather Hunter Janet Jack-me

Take it in the butt yeah yazz wha

I got land in Switzerland even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring baby it's a big momma thang

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

Twenty four carats ni**a that's when I'm f**kin' wit' the average ni**a

Work the shaft brothers be battin' me and oh

Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p**sy

Is it marriage baby carriage Sh*t no on a dime sh*t is mine

Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Killas be quiet my ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 coup make you jump ship

Leave who you wit' I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese tear your boom up

Spread a ill boomer make you flip on Little Ceas

Pushin' backwards get the doe from your platinum hits

Rock Little Kim hats and sh*t

I gets down and dirty for the doe I got love and Big know it

He must got the studio bug

Probably as we speak he's on his way up the street

With the mafia thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef I'm just trying 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 niggas disease got caught with his ki's

Big scooped a young b**ch off her knees

Threw me at high priced Beam's

Face on TV's platinum CD's

Sh*t I never fought saw a ni**a wha p**sy greased up

Stack the g's up keeps the knees up

What the f**k stay fillin' half a million

Geneva Diva yeah I throws it down

Lay around clown the clock stops for no one

Never sixty eight and owe one takes one to know one

Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh f**kin' wit da 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 daydreamin' wine I'll just keep gettin' mine

And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's

Mafia also deadens all the bullshit

Any type of threatens to pull sh*t

Killas be quiet my ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**a bring the riots

Tough talk tough walk sh*t is tired

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

That's why you're mad at me