', it?s poppin? (I don't know) It's poppin', it?s poppin? (Let?s go!) What you know ?bout me? What you, what you know ?bout me? What you know ?bout me
a little bit of spice here And a little ingrediant there Now ima come out then ima start to stare Mad doggin wack emcees Ima stomp em with girls clogs
Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street [charli] I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with
not dissing New York or any of your comrades in arms I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun El-Pee vs. The Spice Girls (I got 5 on scary spice
how to step, it's like a tango My whole body angle, I can tell she'd like me She got me a [Incomprehensible] you're sweet as icy Spice it on, your sauce
those that aren't connected (I got ta) give a girl enough affection (I got ta) turn a heart in my direction (I got ta) grab the mic from the stage and (I got ta) drop more spice
playin say the play and girl its a date tony tiger with the sex yea my shit is great so you can call ya mans tell him that ya runnin late girls see me
Listen, you mean just one thing to me. You call me when you got $5,000. [Billy Flynn, girls] All he cares about is love Show me long Raven hair Flowin
the clock Critical, I'm bound to drop, stop You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe' Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl I'm untryable
Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that ain't me I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love money
me, wonder why, in the place to be Certified, as superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside
'?) Ooh, ooh, now baby Goody girl, let down those curls Let me give your heart a twirl Don't keep me wishin' (Keep me wishin') Let it all hang out, girl (Girl
me sicker than head tumors Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and
rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell Cause the thug in me
the block, for me it's hip-hop Around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (Stop) You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a wannabe Like the Spice Girls
root beer one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata nine And the clip and the trigga Muthafuckas try ta play me yet they callin' me