歌词Chick Like Me

[ti:Chick Like Me]
[ar:Cherish]
[al:Unappreciated]
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[00:00.00]Chick Like Me(featuring Rasheeda)
[03:37.67][00:01.00]△www.lrcgc.com△
[00:02.47]Yea, D-lo, OK, Sho'Nuff.
[00:06.15]So what we got here ya'll.
[00:07.49]This right here is what we call female pimpin'.
[00:10.89]Understand that Rasheeda, OK, Cherish baby, Ok.
[00:19.25]Don Vito you a little foolish, ha ha.
[00:21.60]I Like this. ATL.
[00:24.12]Straight up.
[00:25.46]A-Town. That's my type.
[00:27.26]Thugged out. From the hood.
[00:29.12]That's what I like.
[00:30.44]Neck, ears.
[00:31.23]Wrist shinning so bright.
[00:33.03]Give me paper or plastic.
[00:35.01]Anything I like.
[00:36.22]You see I like 'em kind of cool.
[00:39.23]Black shades, black tee, and black shoes.
[00:42.18]Candy painted Impala on 22s.
[00:45.14]Straight up gutta.
[00:46.37]Is just my kind of dude.
[02:48.03][02:23.89][01:35.88][00:48.02]Where my Chi Town gangstas.
[02:49.31][02:25.66][01:37.36][00:49.50]Down for whatever.
[02:50.56][02:26.76][01:38.75][00:50.77]And all my Midwest riders.
[02:52.02][02:28.26][01:40.18][00:52.22]My Saint Loui players.
[02:53.67][02:29.81][01:41.68][00:53.76]Where my East Coast hustlers.
[02:55.18][02:31.48][01:43.32][00:55.19]My New Yorkers holla.
[02:56.60][02:32.94][01:44.69][00:56.73]Cause we don't need no bustas.
[02:58.21][02:34.20][01:46.16][00:58.28]We don't need no haters.
[02:59.47][02:35.70][01:47.65][00:59.73]I need a down south G.
[03:01.31][02:37.49][01:49.14][01:00.99]The ones that ride so good.
[03:02.56][02:38.77][01:50.71][01:02.81]That can give me what I need.
[03:04.22][02:40.30][01:52.25][01:04.40]The ones that talk so hood.
[03:05.52][02:41.48][01:53.66][01:05.61]The boys from the West Coast scene.
[03:07.47][02:43.47][01:55.50][01:07.54]My crip walkin soldiers.
[03:08.42][02:44.32][01:56.46][01:08.48]That can handle a chick like me.
[03:10.29][02:46.38][01:58.19][01:10.29]A chick like me.
[01:12.01]All my fellas need to hear me.
[01:13.42]I want ya'll to hear me clearly.
[01:15.09]I'm not the picky type.
[01:16.52]I like my thugs from every city.
[01:18.08]GA, LA, on back to Philly.
[01:21.22]But them dirty boys.
[01:22.21]Oh they do something to me.
[01:25.27]See I have to disagree.
[01:26.77]I like my thugs from the NYC.
[01:30.34]Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene.
[01:33.30]Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean.
[02:00.51]Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T.
[02:03.19]Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street.
[02:07.10]Now man it's somthing 'bout them G's.
[02:09.37]Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees.
[02:12.32]Is it the money or the candy paint dripping.
[02:15.18]Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'.
[02:19.62]Plus he know just how to beat it up.
[02:21.19]Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up.
[03:13.36]That's how it's going down right here baby.
[03:16.09]We calling out all the G's all around the world.
[03:19.32]Please believe it.
[03:20.81]Ya'll need to keep it pimpin'.
[03:23.15]Keep ya A game.
[03:24.36]Keep it tight baby.
[03:26.87]This Cherish right here.
[03:28.71]This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach.
[03:32.81]The Urban Legend.
[03:34.01]It don't get no better than this.
[03:35.99]A.