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

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