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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)
Lyricist：Shawn C Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox, Melissa A Elliott, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Timothy Z Mosley
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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 another one
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 you sofas man
I mean a hostess for 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, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bells don't make it rosie 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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While 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, check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I, I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, shut up
And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top
On the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doin' 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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While 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
The Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon fiendin' for the semen
Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan, gon' while I'm leanin' smokin'
I'm whip it in the stomach, your bitch on the passenger side
Of me flashin' your money, why you actin' so funny?
You know she been flirtin', while your workin' behind the curtain
Knuckles jerkin' for certain poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' 'til no fluid is left, when I come in the party with J
We gonna do it to death, you gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad, when your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass to climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop, legit ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', lovin' it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beepin' him?
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Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta 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
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em 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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While 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 dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick, bought a new five, maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96, shit
Memph man, I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give 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
Your hoe 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 it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas 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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While 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 betta keep her away from
My ballin' clique, keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hangin' out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to somethin' unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash, makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the Hell can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the Hell can you knock that?
I'm just playin' the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya 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 thigh
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While 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
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