Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aunt Dot, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song The Notorious K.I.M., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Undeas
Song language: English
Aunt Dot |
My Aunt Dot |
Left a Glock and some blood on my sheets |
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets |
Even though I’m her niece, she copped me a piece |
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer |
What? |
She don’t know I like my guns pretty? |
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies |
I heard a knock at the door |
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes |
Who are you? |
Whattup? |
I’m Shanice, don’t remember me? |
She called me by my government name, Kimberly |
Who sent you? |
My mom sent me; |
her name is Dottie |
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie |
Hmmph, she was cute; |
and mad fly |
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match |
Bvlgari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose |
And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit |
Then she handed me the note |
Here, read this |
I just stared her up and down |
'Cause I couldn’t believe this, then I opened it |
It said, «Bitches is out to get you |
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz |
I’m on a mission now to do some harm to your friends |
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib |
And oh, the little girl, that’s your cousin Shanice |
Since I can’t be with her, I need you to babysit her |
Besides she looks up to you, you’re her idol |
And tomorrow is her first violin recital |
And she would be, more than happy if you could take her |
Peace, my number’s on the back of the paper, hit me later» |
Damn, what went wrong? |
Can’t we all just get along, and make hit songs? |
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong |
If this was a show, y’all hoes would get «gonged» |
'Cause if it’s on, then it’s on, bring it on |
What the fuck you waitin' for? |
C’mon, let’s get it on |
What? |
What’s takin you so long? |
I got plans for the future |
To bring back your head like Medusa |
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny |
Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly |
Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey» |
I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny |
Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly |
Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey» |
I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |
Uhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather |
It’s snowin' and I’m tryin' to put the whole shit together |
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me |
And dress like me, and look like me |
And Nicole, it’s like she lived in my house |
Askin me for money, day in — day out |
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha |
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha |
C’mon Shanice I’m takin' you to my house in L. Conn |
(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we’ll get along fine |
C’mon please, I wanna be just like you |
600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies |
Crazy baguettes in my barettes and |
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock |
Fuck Barney and Lambchops; |
I don’t love them hoes! |
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls |
Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's |
Versace hottie in designer clothes |
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys’R’Us |
Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus |
I’m the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E |
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee |
What what? |
I like the green, know what I mean? |
Ever seen The Professional? |
(uh-huh) Well I can clean |
You know what? |
I like you, little big person |
But rule number one, no cursin' |
Anyway, what you know about that? |
You too young for that, when I was your age |
I woulda got hung for that |
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot |
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot |
Hmm. |
nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two |
«Hello?» |
Yo, what’s the deal? |
Why these bitches buggin' out; |
I mean, what’s this all about? |
«See it’s sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy |
They don’t want you to win no more |
Soul Train they don’t want you to attend no more |
And I guess that’s why, they ain’t your friends no more |
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store |
I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door» |
For real? |
«Yup, then I choked the bitch out |
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet |
Through her in my backseat |
Then I dumped her on a dead-end street |
The other two? |
Yeah they still linger |
But don’t you lift a finger, I’ma get 'em |
So just pray I come home |
And when we hang up, get rid of your phone» |
Whoo! |
When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother |
It’s like five Bloody Mary’s, one after another |
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex |
And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next |
'Cause them other two girls, that’s still on the menu |
Is the reason why the story is to be continued |
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny |
Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly |
Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey» |
I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny |
Y’all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly |
Can’t stand the pain then pop a «Humphrey» |
I know it hurts (I'm killin' ya) |