Queen Latifah, Nikki D - Name Callin’ lyrics

Name callin' hasn't fallen into
What I'm runnin'
I wouldn't dis another sista unless
She had it comin'

Hold my Heineken, 'Pache
I'm 'bout to catch a charge
Bitches that think they hard get snuffed
Fuck the bodyguard
They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me
All they can do is be mad at me, bitch
Don't threaten me
Niggas don't know I'm nice with these
You pay the price with these
Come by this Pisces, your life cease
You couldn't see me if you looked
At my life like Mary your style is cheesy
How you gon' beef? You dairy!
Better be wary, cuz if it's necessary
Be shoot the joint
I'll leave you somethin' for
The tooth fairy and all you rappers sellin'
More sex than skill, chill
I'll rip your style
All the while keep my sex appeal
Don't get it twisted yo
I never really favored you
And I was raised by my
Niggas from the Flavor U
So fuck giving props where they ain't due
Fuck you and that nigga
Who wrote the rhyme for you too i got hot
When you play my spot you get laid like rugs
And you'll never be the woman
That your father was
Stop flirtin' with my last
Nerve and head south
Next bitch say somethin'
(word) , I'm goin' in your mouth


Another bitch after my crown but
I don't hate her
Cuz she couldn't come up if she
Was gettin' fucked in the elevator
What, you thought I wouldn't
Check your chin?
Though I was your fuckin' friend?
See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends
Don't act extra, where you from?
High post on low income and then some
Ready to leave your gums numb
Listenin' to you is like wack sex
A premature ejaculation
A quickie, that gets me stressed
You're doin' it but it
Don't thrill me, bitch
You know you feel me don't get scared now
Time to face the real me
I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal
Ready to bring you some pain, yo
Comin' up with that playdough
Style you stole
Tried to mix it up and make it blimp
Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim
We know bootleg, Korean, coughin'
Schemin' ho i know it's bootleg cuz
They misspelled Moschino
What's worse? Your Press-Ons, hair or gear?
I should buy your contract
Put your ass on hold for another year
You picked the wrong one, so bring your click
Now we can handle this like ladies
Or get into some ol' otha shit!


Makes ya feel like rappers be
On some bandwagon shit
But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics
From toastin' too many spirit's
Fuck all these cheesy bum
Bitches fakin' these riches
Niggas representin' for these
Real live niggas, '96
What the deal? Chicks pimpin'
They sex appeal how you feel? (Stupid)
Got the still now, dead up in your grill
Bout to go up in your raw
So you industry whore
Never saw the lights before
Now you model and floss
Overload your whole dome piece
When I rock shit like this you can't flip
Cuz jiggaboos be gettin' twisted (What?)
All that high shit that you
Be smokin' got you buggin'
Think that you could step to my crew?
We be nut smugglin'!
Turnin' rough niggas into
Bitches like "what?!"