[Intro: Tanya Stephens (Lil' Kim)] Yow Little Kim you dun kno you're the original Queen Bee Ah wha we say is a gangsta thing Tanya Stephens from Jamaica Wha you waan we do A wha you mean Ah murda we haffi murda some pour soul Yuh dun kno (Yeah) Blood clat all dat (Check, check, check, mm)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)] My poppa taught me how to ride dicks Cut em off, freeze 'em, then use 'em as ice picks (Yeah, yeah) Hard times baby Got bitches upstate doing 2 to 8 For first degree rape What I can't get I take My name hold weight (Wha you seh) Like I said my name hold weight (Dun kno) Pussy is the bait (Dun kno) Around the way they call me the Pink Panther Ask Leon Ganther, haha (How bout) He know, the rap Josephine Baker Keep her wrist looking like strobe lights When I bust my gun, niggas think I'm babylon (Fer real) Cause my rocks shine on just like they sirens (Boc boc boc boc..dun kno) Decepticons, deceptive nets Fuck it Who you with Betta claim your set Caution walkin' on me might break your neck I'm like water on the floor slippery when wet (For real) Niggas wanna test me, I doubt that Automatic uzis, we about that (You dun kno!) We gun you in the sun or the rain Point blank range Me and my bitch just squeezed about 6 (Yea, yea)
[Chorus: Tanya Stephens] And last night I heard the screamin' But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh) And last night I head the shooting But it don't make no sense fi call the police Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)] I got Lil' Kim dats And fuck nigga hats Where my bitches is at? Where my bitches is at? (Right here) Be sure to tell them cats to lick between ya laps And when it's they turn, take a lil' nap Them dogs start barkin' throw they ass a snack Pat 'em on they back and that's that It may sound rude But I don't love you dudes Tape you eatin' my pussy and throw you on the interlude (scene) You think I give a fuck cause you paid for my food? Put you out on the highway and make you strip nude (Hehe) Then drive away in your car with your wallet Thought I was sweet meat Look what you done started (Run dat) You ain't know about the set it off Queen Bitch In the Porsche, license plate read "Filthy Rich" I spend money (For real) Lend money I played niggas with money Matter fact I love money (Run dat) And I never borrow Even if the ones low (It's all about) Cause if it cost ten, I give 'em 20 so I never owe (Scene) And other women can't stand the way I'm livin' They not my problem My main concern is Kim (Is all about)
[Chorus: Tanya Stephens] And last night I heard the screamin' But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh, wha me seh) And last night I head the shooting But it don't make no sense fi call the police Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight (murda! murda!)
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Tanya Stephens)] As we pop the bub' up in the reggae club DJ rock rub-a-dub jams by Beenie Man (Scene) Me, Cease, P. Diddy and the fam In the back by the rest rooms, shaking hands with the fans Funny style cats bump us while we dance You know a broke nigga always fucks up the plans (For real) DJ switch the music to the Wu-Tang Clan D-Rock hit him in the face with the St. Ides can (Chop) Security came through, broke it up, then he ran Be back at the bar again laughin' and partyin' Jerks showin off pullin 50s out they clothes (For real) Please babe-bro we blow our nose with those (You know) Linen crushed out, Egyptian mushed out Sound boy lickin' shots then the party rushed out My niggas, they surround me like the Pope You should've seen the shit, one big joke And as usual, this cat with an afro Snitchin' for no dough info to popo Fuckin' dodo Silly like a Tamagotchi watch I hate cowards Ya'll suckas need to blow cock (For real scene)
[Chorus: Tanya Stephens] And last night I heard the screamin' But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh) And last night I head the shooting But it don't make no sense fi call the police Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
[Over Chorus Lil' Kim] Yeah, Lil' Kim, Tanya Stephens The Queen of Reggae Soul And the Queen of Hip Hop The Queen of Rap baby Bop bop bop bop
[Chorus: Tanya Stephens] And last night I heard the screamin' But it don't make no sense fi call the police (Wah me seh) And last night I head the shooting But it don't make no sense fi call the police Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
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“Makes No Sense” was a song intented to appear on Kim’s sophomore album The Notorious K.I.M. but leaked online months before the official release forcing Kim to scrap it.
The reggae infused bad bitch anthem features Jamaican recording artist Tanya Stephens. Kim’s love for Jamaican culture and Stephens' music was again present years later on Kim’s last studio album The Naked Truth where she sampled her song “Mi And Mi God” for her dancehall-infused “Durty.”
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