Lil' Kim Big Momma Thang Lyrics

(feat. Jay-Z)

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

Verse One: Lil' Kim

I used to be scared of the d___
Now I throw lips to the s___, handle it like a real b____
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the b___. Yah, Jazz whah
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 c__, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 karats n____, that's when I'm f___in wit' the average n____
work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
don'cha like the way I roll, and play wit' my bushy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p____
Is it marriage <d___, this b____ is bad>
baby carriage? <d___, I love that a__>
s___ no, on a dime s___ is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why?

Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim

Killas be quiet, my n____ bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that s___ is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
that's why your mad at me.
(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Jay-Z

How B.I.G. and "un"trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to s__ you continuosly
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
leave who you with, 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 s___
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 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 n____z, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figures

Chorus

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Before I caught some n____s disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young b____ off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
s___, I never fought
Saw a n____ wha, p____ greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the f___ stay fillin, half a million
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 da Playboy magazines uh, f___in' 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
Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull s___

Chorus: Repeat 4X