Big Momma Thang Lyrics

Big Momma Thang lyrics

featuring Lil' Ceas and 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 dick
Now I throw lips to the
shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter Janet Jack me
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 carots
nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
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 pussy
Is it
marriage 
Baby carriage 
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time


Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)

Killas be quiet, my nigga
bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this
Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet,
my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna
be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

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 sex you continuosly
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 shit
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 niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it
sound like figures

Chorus

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B,
but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga
bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this
Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Verse Three: Lil'
Kim

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
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
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased
up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half
a millin
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' 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
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens
to pull shit, uh

Chorus

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B,
but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga
bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this
Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet,
my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna
be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be
quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You
wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me