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Girls, Girls, Girls - We Love Girls (The Four Seasons) · The Cheetah Girls 2 (The Cheetah Girls) · The Cheetah Girls 2 [CD/DVD] (The Cheetah Girls) · Cheetah Girls: One World (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Cheetah Girls 2 [13 Tracks] (The Cheetah Girls) · The Cheetah Girls [Special Edition Soundtrack] (The Cheetah Girls) · Disney's Karaoke Series: Cheetah Girls 2 (Disney) · Disney's Karaoke Series: Cheetah Girls (Disney's Karaoke Series) · The Cheetah Girls [Original Soundtrack] (The Cheetah Girls) · Girls Girls Girls (Elvis Costello) – and 90 other albums »


Cinderella's getting hypnotised
By the Italian with grey-green eyes
I stand deliberately out of bounds
Winding you up just to bring you down
To my level
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
and the bees do

Growing up you learn to wait a while (a while)
Or take it slow awhile (a while)
?Cause you?re learning from the right role models
Cinderella
World
I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl

(Spliff Star)
There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome

(Baby Sham)
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
I want a bitch that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking
fact motherfucker
You suit vest, you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'm a put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east,
fresh rhymes out of our heads

Rap czar, superstar
No limitation in my life and I'm known to go far
Live in the Bronx upon a street called Marion
Girls
pullin fifty triggas at a time
(Yo they lyin) I'm out firin, yo Puff you be
While you poppin shit I'm poppin nuts up in your girl's coutie
I roll the mic
life to make hits
Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But I'mma ride, this beat like girls