Is That Your Chic Songtext
von Memphis Bleek
Is That Your Chic Songtext
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga Man
Missy
Twista
Sho Nuff
Yeah, yo
Don′t get mad at me, I don't love ′em, I fuck 'em
I don't chase ′em, I duck ′em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see, she keep callin′ me big
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick
Gradually I'm takin′ over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my feet up on your sofas, man
I′m eatin' Hostess with my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover, man
I never kiss her, never hold her hand
In fact, I diss her, I′m a boulder man
I′ma pimp her, it's over, man
When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I′m Goldie, man, you bitches chosey, man
Jigga Man iceberg with the frozen hands
Sweater, man, so make it rosy, man
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Check it out now, yo
Yo, hoes chose, I, I ain′t gon' lie
What I look like turnin′ down pussy? I just
Drove by, smoke the lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn, Bleek can't speak
Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Okay)
What′s up? (What's up?) Shut up and close the door
Act like you been in the drop top on an open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave your head to a 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy?
How you love how the white wife-beater fit me?
M dot, him hot, them not (That′s gangsta)
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga and Twista got her screamin′ like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, chrome gleamin′ like the dome on Kenan
Goin' while I'm leanin′, smokin′, I'm whippin′, I'm finna scum it
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin′ your money
Why you actin' so funny? You know she be flirtin′
While you workin' behind the curtain, urkin', jerkin′ for certain
Poppin′ that pussy, sweatin' ′til no fluid is left
When I come in the party with Jay, we gon' do it to death
You gon′ ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin′ these heffers
Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new gator stepper
Must've been mad when your ho put my nuts on the dash
Bustin′ her ass, took a minute to climb up in the Navi′
The game don't stop, the shit baller′s bendin' up the block
And the dresses comin′ at us 'cause the status and props
Suckers fuckin′ all over when I put the dick up inside her
Can't help it if she in love with a rider
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin′ him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo
And while you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, "Jay, you can call the house for me"?
That's no respect at all, you better check her, dawg
She keep beggin′ me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Fuck it, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she enter home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got your whip, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl
Don't let ′em hear it, Daddy Earl
It′ll make him sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin′ it, unfaithful bitch
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Yo
How Don the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that fourth new down bitch
And I was diggin′ that down since '96 ish
Memph, man, I′ll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, get brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique, you know
Yo, hoes chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin′ me daddy
Put her out on the street, let her get that cheese
My bad, is that your freak?
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep a snub trey-deuce in the boot
Nigga wanna act, get a motherfuckin′ slug too
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out, homie
You better keep her away from a ballin′ clique
Keep her out of night clubs, all in the mix
From hangin' out with chicks who be swallowin′ dicks
From cats who order Cris', play the floor of the Knicks
That could only lead to somethin' unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga Man scorch your bitch
We play the four dot
Jigga Man go first, then we all ride ′cause we all hot
You know them boys from the Roc got them hoes on lock
Got them bitches in the smash, make they drawers drop fast
′Cause we get more cash than the average thuggin'
All them hoes like, "Damn, I gotta have this thuggin′"
'Cause I′m a hot Black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You a pussy, ma, how in the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playin′ the cards chose with me
Jigga Man, who you supposed to be?
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Memph Bleek
Jigga Man
Missy
Twista
Sho Nuff
Yeah, yo
Don′t get mad at me, I don't love ′em, I fuck 'em
I don't chase ′em, I duck ′em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see, she keep callin′ me big
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick
Gradually I'm takin′ over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my feet up on your sofas, man
I′m eatin' Hostess with my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover, man
I never kiss her, never hold her hand
In fact, I diss her, I′m a boulder man
I′ma pimp her, it's over, man
When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I′m Goldie, man, you bitches chosey, man
Jigga Man iceberg with the frozen hands
Sweater, man, so make it rosy, man
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Check it out now, yo
Yo, hoes chose, I, I ain′t gon' lie
What I look like turnin′ down pussy? I just
Drove by, smoke the lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn, Bleek can't speak
Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Okay)
What′s up? (What's up?) Shut up and close the door
Act like you been in the drop top on an open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave your head to a 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy?
How you love how the white wife-beater fit me?
M dot, him hot, them not (That′s gangsta)
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga and Twista got her screamin′ like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, chrome gleamin′ like the dome on Kenan
Goin' while I'm leanin′, smokin′, I'm whippin′, I'm finna scum it
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin′ your money
Why you actin' so funny? You know she be flirtin′
While you workin' behind the curtain, urkin', jerkin′ for certain
Poppin′ that pussy, sweatin' ′til no fluid is left
When I come in the party with Jay, we gon' do it to death
You gon′ ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin′ these heffers
Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new gator stepper
Must've been mad when your ho put my nuts on the dash
Bustin′ her ass, took a minute to climb up in the Navi′
The game don't stop, the shit baller′s bendin' up the block
And the dresses comin′ at us 'cause the status and props
Suckers fuckin′ all over when I put the dick up inside her
Can't help it if she in love with a rider
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin′ him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo
And while you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, "Jay, you can call the house for me"?
That's no respect at all, you better check her, dawg
She keep beggin′ me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Fuck it, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she enter home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got your whip, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl
Don't let ′em hear it, Daddy Earl
It′ll make him sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin′ it, unfaithful bitch
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin′ in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
'Cause that′s Bleek and them, trick
Yo
How Don the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that fourth new down bitch
And I was diggin′ that down since '96 ish
Memph, man, I′ll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, get brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique, you know
Yo, hoes chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin′ me daddy
Put her out on the street, let her get that cheese
My bad, is that your freak?
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep a snub trey-deuce in the boot
Nigga wanna act, get a motherfuckin′ slug too
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out, homie
You better keep her away from a ballin′ clique
Keep her out of night clubs, all in the mix
From hangin' out with chicks who be swallowin′ dicks
From cats who order Cris', play the floor of the Knicks
That could only lead to somethin' unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga Man scorch your bitch
We play the four dot
Jigga Man go first, then we all ride ′cause we all hot
You know them boys from the Roc got them hoes on lock
Got them bitches in the smash, make they drawers drop fast
′Cause we get more cash than the average thuggin'
All them hoes like, "Damn, I gotta have this thuggin′"
'Cause I′m a hot Black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You a pussy, ma, how in the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playin′ the cards chose with me
Jigga Man, who you supposed to be?
Oh, is that your chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
Better tell her chill
Why you all in his grill?
Don′t you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin′ him?
Keep praisin' him
′Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Melissa A. Elliott, Shawn C. Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
