Chick Like Me

Yea, D-lo, OK, Sho'Nuff
So what we got here ya'll
This right here is what we call female pimpin'
Understand that Rasheeda, OK, Cherish baby, Ok
Don Vito you a little foolish, ha ha
I Like this. ATL.

[Verse 1:]
Straight up
A-Town. That's my type
Thugged out. From the hood
That's what I like
Neck, ears
Wrist shinning so bright
Give me paper or plastic
Anything I like
You see I like 'em kind of cool
Black shades, black tee, and black shoes
Candy painted Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta
Is just my kind of dude.

[Chorus:]
Where my Chi Town gangstas
Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders
My Saint Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers
My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas
We don't need no haters
I need a down south G
The ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need
The ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene
My crip walkin soldiers
That can handle a chick like me
A chick like me.

[Verse 2:]
All my fellas need to hear me
I want ya'll to hear me clearly
I'm not the picky type
I like my thugs from every city
GA, LA, on back to Philly
But them dirty boys
Oh they do something to me
See I have to disagree
I like my thugs from the NYC
Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene
Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean.

[Chorus]

[Rap:]
Yea, Rasheeda, Chersih baby
Ima break it down and tell you how I like it
Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T
Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's somthing 'bout them G's
Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees
Is it the money or the candy paint dripping
Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'
Plus he know just how to beat it up
Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up.

[Chorus 2x]

That's how it's going down right here baby
We calling out all the G's all around the world
Please believe it
Ya'll need to keep it pimpin'
Keep ya A game
Keep it tight baby
This Cherish right here
This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach
The Urban Legend
It don't get no better than this
A.