No One Else (puff Daddy Remix) Lyrics

No One Else (puff Daddy Remix) lyrics

Total feat. Da Brat, Foxy Brown, Lil' Kim

 

 No One Else (Puff Daddy Remix)

 Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians

 Oh fuck no, I get this doe, Fox Brown Mama

 Jig suits from Gabbanna

 True, balla nigga who you callin'

 Papa we be flashin', sex lastin', all night long, it's strong

 The mattress, Ill na na, like Benihana steaks

 The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes

 Italian, Fox Brown the don, Gucci on

 Stylin, sip Crystal on the Cayman Islands

 Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano

 Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don

 From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, jew-els be the bomb

 The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis

 Bad girl of the year 96, Pam Grier, uh!

 

 Chorus:

 I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

 I don't need no one

 I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh

 

 [Lil' Kim]

 Many people tell me my style is terriffic

 Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more

 Than the average whore, cause I'm focused

 I rock Versace lamps and saucers

 You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits

 The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh

 I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car

 Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star

 The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich bitch

 Stack banks by the chips, check it

 I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley

 Taxes is gettin' axes

 It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals

 Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I

 All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl

 The high pitch Queen Bitch

 

 Chorus

 

 [Da Brat]

 Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin

 Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black bitch

 Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete 

 Come take a journey with this funkdefied bitch that can't be beat

 Once, twice, second time around for me

 Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be

 I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and niggas hated

 Relay it that I'm the shit, twelve lookes and a pit

 Get hot like a chili pepper, flee for me

 You got the blunt give it away to the B-R uh A-T

 And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she

 And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streets

 I'm talkin mad money, acting funny with all the phonies

 keepin it real with homies who been real with me

 It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks

 Cash, count all his cheques, invest stocks and bonds

 Sippin on Don