No Matter What They Say
Lil' Kim

Chorus:
No matter what people sayin'
We've got it goin' on
Tell me
Who cares about what they think
Won't you come an', come an' show me how you do that, baby
No matter what people sayin'
We've got it goin' on
Tell me
Who cares about what they think
Shake your body to the rhythm of the guns you can see

Verse 1:
Everywhere I go, red carpet
Give my keys to the 'let, tell him to park it
Then I jumps out the Zora
Lil' Kim aura
Girls makin' faces like Ace Ventura
An' my B-A-D-G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LS
Ain't shit you could tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bulgari perfume
From a mile you smell us
Modelin' agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal
I'ma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal, I'd still be worth a mil'
Depending how I feel
I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice
Instead of throwin' rice
We fly like kites
Neva get into fights
I got a whole buncha dikes on Ninja bikes

Chorus

Verse 2:
I'm jus' tryna be me
Doin' what I gotta do
So why ya'll keep hatin' on me an' my crew
(Yo, I'm sayin' QB, look at them an' look at you)
True
If I was you, I'd hate me too
Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lotta booze
Every other week, a different dude, another cruise
I make offers nobody can refuse
You might even see me on the Channel 9 News
I get paid jus' for layin' in the shade
To take pictures wit a glass of lemonade
My rock shines like it was dipped in cascade
(Kim been fly since you was in the 5th grade)
Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
Wantin' me so bad, you went an' copped the bootleg
Ya'll niggas played like a high-topped fade
Some of the shit I hear, I don't know how it got played
Ya'll rock Versace an' ya'll went out an' bought it
I rock Versace an' ya'll know I ain't paid for it
My fam deep wit security in the Jeep
When the Queen come in town, everything shut down

Chorus

Breakdown:
I'm the highest
Ya highest, tight
We number uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I speak a little chulo
(This is how it should be done, 'cause this sound is identical to none)
The hip hop, the-hippie-the-hippie, to the hip-hip-hop
An' ya don't stop
Rock it to the bang-bang-boogie
To up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogety-beat
Now what you hear is not a fake
It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
Now I know ya'll heard other females rap
But they ain't got nuthin' on me 'cause
Ya'll take to my raps
'Cause my raps the best
A hundred and sixty thou', 16 bars
Nuthin' less
So to ya'll hatas:
I paid ya'll no mind
If fact, I'ma give it to ya'll one more time like...

Chorus (3times)