Is That Your Chick(The Lost Verses)-Memphis Bleek/Jay-Z/Missy Elliott/Twista

Artist：memphis bleek Songs Title：is that your chick R-O-C Memph Bleek Jigga man Missy, Twista sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I f**k 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG (And another one!) And my name is Jay-Z She was all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your b**ch Coming over your sh*t Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your b**ch up in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan Like I'm Goldie man, you're b**ch chose man Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands Wedding bands don't make it rosy man Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo 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 door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 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 licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your b**ch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that p**sy 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 hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her a** To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and f**king, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo, 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 dawg She 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 Sh*t, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the f**k is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your b**ch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful b**ch Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick Bought a new five, maybe a six Copped that for his new down b**ch And I was digging that down since '96 sh*t Memph man I'll take your b**ch 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 know Your 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 freak But you know how a thug do When a ni**a hit that, it's f**k you Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot Niggas wanna act, get a motherf**kin' slug too Oh is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Cool out homie You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks That can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your b**ch 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 b**ches in the smash Making yours drive fast Cause we get more cash than the average ni**a All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this ni**a Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You would f**k 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 licking her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh 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 beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, trick