No One Else (puff Daddy Remix) Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Foxy Brown: 

Brown nigga, uh, cromed out six and shit 

Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians 

Oh fuck no, I get this doe, Foxy Brown Mama 

Jig suits from Gabbanna 

True, all a nigga who you callin' 

Bye bye we be flashin', sex lastin' all night long, it's strong 

The mattress, ill na na, like Benny Honna stakes 

The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes 

A talion, Fox Brown the don, loochie y'all 

Stallin, sip crystalle on the Cayman Islands 

Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano 

Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don 

From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two L's be the bomb 

The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis 

Bad girl of the year 96 we in gear 

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Chorus: 

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh 

I don't need no one 

I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh 

Lil' Kim: 

Many people tell me my style is terriffic 

Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more 

Than the average whore, cause I'm focused 

I rock Versace lamps and socers 

You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits 

The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh 

I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car 

Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star 

The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich bitch 

Stack banks by the chips, check it 

I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley 

Taxes is gettin' axes 

It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals 

Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I 

All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl 

The high pitch freak bitch 

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Chorus 

Da Brat: 

Once again I'm all you need with the caramel skin 

Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black bitch 

Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete 

Come take a journey with this funkdefied bitch that can't be beat 

Once, twice, second time around for me 

Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be 

I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and niggas hated 

Relay it that I'm the shit, twelve lookes and a pit 

Hot like a chilli pepper, flee for me 

You got the blunt give it away to the B-R uh A-T 

And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she 

And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side streets 

I'm talkin mad money, keepin it real 

to all the homies who been real to me 

It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks 

Cash, I got all his checks and stocks and bonds 

Sippin on don