I'm Talkin

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