Chick Like Me

[Intro - Rasheeda] Yeah, D-lo, okay Sho'Nuff So what we got here ya'll This right here is what we call female pimpin' Understand that Rasheeda, okay Cherish baby, okay Don Vito you a little foolish, ha-ha I like this ATL [Verse 1 - Cherish] Straight up A-Town that's my type Thugged out, from the hood that's what I like Neck, ears, wrist shinning so bright Give me paper or plastic, anything I like Uh, you see I like 'em kind of cool Black shades, black tee, and black shoes Candy painted Impala on 22s Straight up gutta Is just my kind of dude [Chorus - Cherish] Where my Chi Town gangsters (Who're down for whatever) And all my Midwest riders (My St. Louis players) Where my East Coast hustlers (My New Yorkers, holler) Cause we don't need no bustas (We don't need no haters) I need a down south G (The ones that ride so good) That can give me what I need (The ones that talk so hood) The boys from the West Coast scene (My crip walkin soldiers) That can handle a chick like me A chick like me [Verse 2 - Cherish] All my fellas need to hear me I want ya'll to hear me clearly I'm not the picky type I like my thugs from every city G.A., L.A., on back to Philly But them dirty boys, oh, they do something to me (Uh, no) See I have to disagree I like my thugs from the NYC Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene Riding in cars up on that gangsta lean [Chorus] [Rap - Rasheeda] Yeah, Rasheeda Cherish, baby I'ma break it down and tell you how I like it D-Lo Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street (Back street) Now man it's somthing 'bout them G's Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees (I fly high) Is it the money or the candy paint dripping (Dripping) Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin' (Yeah) Plus he know just how to beat it up Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up [Chorus 2x] [Rasheeda] Yeah That's how it's going down right here baby We calling out all the G's all around the world Please believe it Ya'll need to keep it pimpin' Keep ya A game Keep it tight, baby (You know, gangsters) This Cherish right here This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach The urban legend It don't get no better than this A