Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chick Like Me, artist - Cherish.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |
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. |