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Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

R O C, Memph Bleek

Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff

Yeah, yoDon'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 dickGradually 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 cansI 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

Imma pimp her, it's over manWhen I twist her in the gold sedan

Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man

Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen hands

Weddin' bands don't make it rosy manOh, 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 eyesOh, 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, trickYo, 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 doorAct 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 eyesOh, 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, trickTha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon

Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach

Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your moneyWhy you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin'

Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain

Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till 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 hefersPlaya 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 stopLegit ballers bendin' up the block

Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props

Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her

Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridahOh, 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 eyesOh, 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, trickYo, 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 dawgShe 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 tighterSent 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 bitchYou share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl

It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick

Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitchOh, 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 eyesOh, 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, trickYo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick

Bought a new five, maybe six

Copped that for his new down bitch

And I was diggin' that down since '96 shitMemph 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 knowYour 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 freakBut 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 tooOh, 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 eyesOh, 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, trickCool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique

Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix

From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks

From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks

That can only lead to something unfortunateHot 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 niggaAll 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 playing 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 eyesOh, 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

Songwriters

Elliott, Melissa A / Carter, Shawn C / Mitchell, Carl Terrell / Mosley, Timothy Z / Cox, Malik DeshawnPublished by

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