Nigga, what's up? You think you tough? I'm fly as shit, high as a bitch, dope as fuck Sho' 'nuff, I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight ya like the fuckin' enemies You would think there's, fuckin', ten of me When I'm sendin' these blows-blows Hoes wanna roll, like hydro When I suck Timbaland's bone, like you (ruff-ruff, ruff-ruff) fido I go scoop Lil' Kim Me, she, her, dem 'n him gets high in The Tunnel They see my Lexus comin' They hear the bass rumblin' They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I'm so mothafuckin' bad-to-the-bone Like my titties, I'm full-grown (my–) My style o' rappin' (my style) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good 'n plenty (yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb-diggy (my style) My style o' rappin' (yeah) Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good 'n plenty (hum, mm) My style's the bomb-diggy (brra-cha-ching) I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me (oh), can't see me (oh), I'm low like tint (oh-oh, oh) Ladies and gents, dogs, cats, and babies Whoever bit my style I hope you croak from the rabies (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) Swayze, maybe I call your name, ain't that a fucking shame (oh, oh) I'm too high for that, I'm great like the dane (oh-oh, oh) Mane on main if you decide to put your hands On my fucking mic (oh, oh), like the cigarettes I light You must burn, you better learn from the pro Who rock shows after shows, when it rains, it pours I hurt like the cold souls, my style polishes like nails and toes You know (my style) My style o' rappin' (such a good-_) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good, I'm such a good rapper) I give you good 'n plenty (I give–) My style's the bomb-diggy (you know my style) My style o' rappin' (I'm such) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good 'n plenty (yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb-diggy (oh, mm, mm, mm) You beg to be put on, like pants Nigga, know who I am Now, you wanna sing 'n dance You wanna shake yo' stanky ass Well, um, sorry, Sam, God damn You ain't family, you houndin' me Poundin' me with the same old story Ah–you bore me, Lordy Have mercy on all these groupies Sorry, cutie, why ya go 'n shake yo' booty? 'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the Misdemean', nigga, queen Whoomp, we Tag Team So hot, we melt like ice cream Without the dick-riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it Huh? What you want, nigga? I'm, talking–about my style (I am the flyest there is, and now–) I'm (yeah) talking–about my style (I'm talking, talking, I'm talking to ya) (Let me tell you 'bout Missy's style) My style o' rappin' (oh, my) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (see, I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good 'n plenty (yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb-diggy (you know my style) My style o' rappin' (such–) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good) I give you good 'n plenty (good, good, good, good) My style's the bomb-diggy Hey, Timbaland be talkin' mo' shit And Lil' Kim be talkin' mo', mo' shit, shit Da Brat be talkin' mo', mo', mo' shit, shit Busta Rhymes be talkin' mo' shit, talkin' mo' shit 702 talk shit, shit, ah And Aaliyah talk shit, shit, shit Ginuwine-wine talkin' mo', mo', mo' shit, shit And I be talkin' mo' shit And Total be talkin' mo' shit Maganoo and, and Saint, Saint Nick, we be talkin' shit We be talkin' shit, I, I, I, I, uh-huh And Jimmy talkin' shit too, I, I, we're out