| My Aunt Dot
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| Left a Glock and some blood on my sheets
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| Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
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| Even though I’m her niece, she copped me a piece
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| Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
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| What? |
| She don’t know I like my guns pretty?
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| Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
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| I heard a knock at the door
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| To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
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| Who are you?
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| Whattup? |
| I’m Shanice, don’t remember me?
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| She called me by my government name, Kimberly
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| Who sent you?
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| My mom sent me; |
| her name is Dottie
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| She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
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| Hmmph, she was cute; |
| and mad fly
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| She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
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| Bvlgari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
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| And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit
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| Then she handed me the note
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| Here, read this
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| I just stared her up and down
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| 'Cause I couldn’t believe this, then I opened it
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| It said, «Bitches is out to get you
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| Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz
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| I’m on a mission now to do some harm to your friends |
| They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
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| And oh, the little girl, that’s your cousin Shanice
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| Since I can’t be with her, I need you to babysit her
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| Besides she looks up to you, you’re her idol
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| And tomorrow is her first violin recital
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| And she would be, more than happy if you could take her
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| Peace, my number’s on the back of the paper, hit me later»
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| Damn, what went wrong?
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| Can’t we all just get along, and make hit songs?
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| Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
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| If this was a show, y’all hoes would get «gonged»
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| 'Cause if it’s on, then it’s on, bring it on
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| What the fuck you waitin' for? |
| C’mon, let’s get it on
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| What? |
| What’s takin you so long? |
| I got plans for the future
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| To bring back your head like Medusa
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| Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
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| Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
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| Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey»
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| I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya)
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| Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
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| Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
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| Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey»
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| I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |
| Uhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
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| It’s snowin' and I’m tryin' to put the whole shit together
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| How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
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| And dress like me, and look like me
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| And Nicole, it’s like she lived in my house
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| Askin me for money, day in — day out
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| And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
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| She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
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| C’mon Shanice I’m takin' you to my house in L. Conn
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| (I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we’ll get along fine
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| C’mon please, I wanna be just like you
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| 600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
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| Crazy baguettes in my barettes and
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| H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
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| Fuck Barney and Lambchops; |
| I don’t love them hoes!
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| But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
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| Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
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| Versace hottie in designer clothes
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| Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys’R’Us
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| Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
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| I’m the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E
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| But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee |
| What what? |
| I like the green, know what I mean?
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| Ever seen The Professional? |
| (uh-huh) Well I can clean
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| You know what? |
| I like you, little big person
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| But rule number one, no cursin'
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| Anyway, what you know about that?
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| You too young for that, when I was your age
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| I woulda got hung for that
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| Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
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| So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
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| Hmm. |
| nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
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| «Hello?» |
| Yo, what’s the deal?
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| Why these bitches buggin' out;
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| I mean, what’s this all about?
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| «See it’s sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
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| They don’t want you to win no more
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| Soul Train they don’t want you to attend no more
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| And I guess that’s why, they ain’t your friends no more
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| The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store
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| I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door»
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| For real? |
| «Yup, then I choked the bitch out
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| At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
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| Through her in my backseat
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| Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
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| The other two? |
| Yeah they still linger |
| But don’t you lift a finger, I’ma get 'em
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| So just pray I come home
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| And when we hang up, get rid of your phone»
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| Whoo! |
| When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
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| It’s like five Bloody Mary’s, one after another
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| Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex
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| And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
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| 'Cause them other two girls, that’s still on the menu
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| Is the reason why the story is to be continued
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| Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
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| Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
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| Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey»
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| I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya)
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| Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
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| Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
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| Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey»
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| I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aunt Dot , by - Lil' Kim. Song from the album The Notorious K.I.M., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп