Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 you like the fucking enemies You would think there's fucking ten of me When I'm sending these blows, blows Hoes wanna roll like hydro Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her, them and 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 motherfuckin' bad to the bone Like my titties on full blown [Chorus] My style of rappin (My style) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (My style) My style of rappin' (Yeah) Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm) My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr) [Verse 2] 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) [Chorus] My style of rappin' (It's 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 and plenty (I give) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin' (I'm such) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm) [Verse 3] You beg to be put on like pants Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well, I'm sorry Sam, God damn You ain't family, you hounding me Pounding me with the same old story, ah, you bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie, why you go and shake your bootie? '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? [Bridge] 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 about Missy's style) [Chorus] My style of rappin' (Oh, my) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (See I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin' (It's such) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good) I give you good and plenty (Good, good, good, good) My style's the bomb diggy [Outro] Hey, Timbaland be talkin' more shit And Lil' Kim be talkin' more-more shit-shit Da Brat be talkin' more-more-more shit-shit Busta Rhymes be talkin' more shit, talkin' more shit 702 talk shit-shit, ah And Aaliyah talk shit-shit-shit Ginuwine-wine talkin' more-more-more shit-shit And I be talkin' more shit And Total be talkin' more shit Maganoo an-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 out