Текст (слова) песни: Ms. Jade f Lady Luck - Best Meets Best

 
[Intro - Ms. Jade + (Lady Luck)] 
B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best) 
It`s about time, don`t you think? 
(Hey) Some real chicks 
Doin` real shit (Concern ya self) 
 
(Woman singing chorus x2) 
It just don`t get much better (Whoo-ooo) 
You can`t get enough of this (Whoo) 
 
(Verse 1 - Ms. Jade) 
I`m easily spittin` facts, ya opinions don`t matter 
No matter the motherfucka we bustin` 
This motherfucka ain`t poppin` or duckin` 
Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk 
Money long and strong and I`m a pimp, see it in my walk 
These niggas get more than bitches, expect that 
BSin` and half-steppin`, how I`m `posed to respect that 
Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm 
Ya`ll pissin` over the beats, I`m shittin` on ya front lawn 
You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano`s and horns 
Take it back `round the time Eddie Murphy was "Raw" 
The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed 
No Belve` no Cris, rap music, son of a bitch 
 
(Woman singing chorus x2) 
It just don`t get much better (Whoo-ooo) 
You can`t get enough of this (Whoo) 
 
(Verse 2 - Lady Luck) 
Ms. Jade holla at me... 
Yo I ain`t in to rappin` funny, click clack crackin` dummies 
Have `em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny 
Baby the pussy`s free but my time costs money 
Chain hang, look like I got Alaska on me 
Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit game 
Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeeze 
Huh, mami came to thug it, spits piss colored 
Escada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let`s go) 
I live it for real, spit steel grippin` the wheel 
I cut ya grill, `til you look like Seal 
Holla at me, when them 380`s buck, even old ladies duck 
Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck 
 
(Woman singing chorus x2) 
It just don`t get much better (Whoo-ooo) 
You can`t get enough of this (Whoo) 
 
[Verse 3 - Ms. Jade + (Lady Luck)] 
(Yo, yo, yo, it just don`t get no better, no hotter) 
(No momma can touch, fuck with Jade, and) 
It just don`t get no sicker, no bigger 
Best meets best mothafucka, who would figure 
(Yo sista pass the liquor) Or pass me the Swisha 
And roll up a fat one, (I`m still high off the last one) 
These rap bitches do not know who they dealin` wit 
(I`ll pimp-back-slap `em, get `em hoes that spit) 
We too sick, this is how it`s `posed to be done 
Them misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin` you fuckin` wit Luck 
(You fuckin` wit Jade, then the Uzi will spray) 
(Right through ya prostate, turn projects into the world trade) 
I am a major shit talker, back it up, come and test 
(I`ma quick sparker and leave a hole in ya chest) 
Luck is you still with me, (From Jersey, and Philly) 
Zippin` down the turnpike, tricks right, burn right 
Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitches, we thugs 
Play tough then we dump three in ya mug, uh 
 
(Woman singing chorus x4) 
It just don`t get much better (Whoo-ooo) 
You can`t get enough of this (Whoo) 
 
[Outro - Ms. Jade + (Lady Luck)] 
Turn it up (Turn it up) 
Rock wit it (Rock wit it) 
Rewind it back (Rewind it back) 
I like that (I like that) 
Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) 
Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) 
Uh uh hahaha
 

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