Make No Sense

[Intro: Tanya Stephens (Lil' Kim)]

Yow Little Kim you dun kno you're the original Queen Bee

Ah wha we say is a gangsta thing

Tanya Stephens from Jamaica

Wha you waan we do

A wha you mean

Ah murda we haffi murda some pour soul

Yuh dun kno (Yeah)

Blood clat all dat (Check, check, check, mm)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)]

My poppa taught me how to ride dicks

Cut em off, freeze 'em, then use 'em as ice picks (Yeah, yeah)

Hard times baby

Got bitches upstate doing 2 to 8

For first degree rape

What I can't get I take

My name hold weight (Wha you seh)

Like I said my name hold weight (Dun kno)

Pussy is the bait (Dun kno)

Around the way they call me the Pink Panther

Ask Leon Ganther, haha (How bout)

He know, the rap Josephine Baker

Keep her wrist looking like strobe lights

When I bust my gun, niggas think I'm babylon (Fer real)

Cause my rocks shine on just like they sirens (Boc boc boc boc..dun kno)

Decepticons, deceptive nets

Fuck it

Who you with

Betta claim your set

Caution walkin' on me might break your neck

I'm like water on the floor slippery when wet (For real)

Niggas wanna test me, I doubt that

Automatic uzis, we about that (You dun kno!)

We gun you in the sun or the rain

Point blank range

Me and my bitch just squeezed about 6 (Yea, yea)

[Chorus: Tanya Stephens]

And last night I heard the screamin'

But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh)

And last night I head the shooting

But it don't make no sense fi call the police

Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)]

I got Lil' Kim dats

And fuck nigga hats

Where my bitches is at?

Where my bitches is at? (Right here)

Be sure to tell them cats to lick between ya laps

And when it's they turn, take a lil' nap

Them dogs start barkin' throw they ass a snack

Pat 'em on they back and that's that

It may sound rude

But I don't love you dudes

Tape you eatin' my pussy and throw you on the interlude (scene)

You think I give a fuck cause you paid for my food?

Put you out on the highway and make you strip nude (Hehe)

Then drive away in your car with your wallet

Thought I was sweet meat

Look what you done started (Run dat)

You ain't know about the set it off Queen Bitch

In the Porsche, license plate read "Filthy Rich"

I spend money (For real)

Lend money

I played niggas with money

Matter fact I love money (Run dat)

And I never borrow

Even if the ones low (It's all about)

Cause if it cost ten, I give 'em 20 so I never owe (Scene)

And other women can't stand the way I'm livin'

They not my problem

My main concern is Kim (Is all about)

[Chorus: Tanya Stephens]

And last night I heard the screamin'

But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh, wha me seh)

And last night I head the shooting

But it don't make no sense fi call the police

Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight (murda! murda!)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)]

As we pop the bub' up in the reggae club

DJ rock rub-a-dub jams by Beenie Man (Scene)

Me, Cease, P. Diddy and the fam

In the back by the rest rooms, shaking hands with the fans

Funny style cats bump us while we dance

You know a broke nigga always fucks up the plans (For real)

DJ switch the music to the Wu-Tang Clan

D-Rock hit him in the face with the St. Ides can (Chop)

Security came through, broke it up, then he ran

Be back at the bar again laughin' and partyin'

Jerks showin off pullin 50s out they clothes (For real)

Please babe-bro we blow our nose with those (You know)

Linen crushed out, Egyptian mushed out

Sound boy lickin' shots then the party rushed out

My niggas, they surround me like the Pope

You should've seen the shit, one big joke

And as usual, this cat with an afro

Snitchin' for no dough info to popo

Fuckin' dodo

Silly like a Tamagotchi watch

I hate cowards

Ya'll suckas need to blow cock (For real scene)

[Chorus: Tanya Stephens]

And last night I heard the screamin'

But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh)

And last night I head the shooting

But it don't make no sense fi call the police

Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight

[Over Chorus Lil' Kim]

Yeah, Lil' Kim, Tanya Stephens

The Queen of Reggae Soul

And the Queen of Hip Hop

The Queen of Rap baby

Bop bop bop bop

[Breakdown: Lil' Kim]

Me know a fat boi, he is a mampy

Dat a mampy, no stop to carry me

Carry me to a movie and to a party

The boi test me, the mampy defend me

Drap up a big boi, beat him up badly

Come feel me mampy Lord no fraid of nobody-dy-dy

I said an oversize oversize oversize mampy

Oversize oversize my ba-ba-ba-baby

Oversize oversize oversize mampy

Oversize oversize my baby

Haha, yeah

You ain't know I knew that shit, yeah

My whole family, they sound rude

[Chorus: Tanya Stephens]

And last night I heard the screamin'

But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh)

And last night I head the shooting

But it don't make no sense fi call the police

Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight