Magic Stick (Explicit)

Magic Stick - Lil' Kim (莉兒金)

Lyrics by：C. Jackson/C.Evans/K. Jones/M. Clervoix/Rick Ravon/Roy Hawkins

50 Cent：

I've got the magic stick

I know if I can hit once I can hit twice

I hit the baddest chicks

Shorty don't believe me then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

What what

Magic

I got the magic stick

I'm a freak to the core

Get a dose once you gon' want some more

My tongue touch ya girl ya toes bound to curl

This exclusive s**t I don't share with the world

I have you up early in the mornin moanin

Back shot proper or low can't stop us

Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits

Get the position down pat then it's time to switch

I'll rock the boat I'll work the middle

I speed it up straight beat it up

And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n

I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin

Tonight's the night you can fall in love

You can call your mama right now tell her you met a thug

I pop a lot of s**t cause I can back it up

My left stroke's the death stroke

Lil' Kim：

I got the magic clit

I know if I get licked once I get licked twice

I am the baddest chick

Shorty you don't believe me then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

What what

Magic uh-huh uh-huh

I got the magic clit

Lil' Kim not a w***e

But I s*x a n***a so good he gotta tell his boys

When it come to s*x don't test my skills

'Cause my head game have you head over heels

Give a n***a the chills have him pay my bills

Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels

And I ain't out shopping spending dudes C-notes

I'm in the crib giving n***as deep throat

Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone

Girls call ya crib I'm answering the phone

Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring

I'll do it anywhere anyhow I'm down for anything

Couple of humps give a n***a goosebumps

This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps

When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie

It's the "d**gs" baby I'm makin ya high

50 Cent/Lil' Kim：

I got the magic stick

I know if I can hit once I can hit twice

I am the baddest chick

Shorty you don't believe me then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

What what

Magic

Uh-huh uh-huh

I got the magic clit

Lil' Kim/50 Cent：

Now put your face in it

I know you sprung off in your tongue I know you tasting it

S*x ain't a race

But I have a thug n***a breakin records

And the time is

One minute six seconds

Magic stick

I got the magic box

Have that a*s trickin' after one back shot

The gifts the ice I like that a lot

The minks the leathers the CL drop

50 Cent：

I got the magic stick

I know if I can hit once I can hit twice

I hit the baddest chicks

Shorty don't believe me then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

What what

Magic

I got the magic stick

Lil' Kim：

I got the magic clit

I know if I get licked once I get licked twice

I am the baddest chick

Shorty you don't believe me then come with me tonight

And I'll show you magic

What what

Magic uh-huh uh-huh

I got the magic stick

Hot 103 W-B-U-Z

You're listening to Queen b***h Radio

You're listening to 103 W-B-U-Z

And right now we're about to go to the phone lines

Who do we have on the phone

Yo this Kim

Yo what's the word

Who this

What up Kim

It's Devandre

What's the word Devandre

What up

What up

Yo that "What's The Word" joint is crazy

Haha you like that

Kim I'm feelin' you I love you

I've been listening to you all these years

Everything you do is "oh my God"

Thank you

Yo you-you the s**t Kim

I'm telling you though them joints is bananas

Thank you

But yo yo Kim Kim for real

What's up

Yo I wrote you these 16s some s**t I really want you to say

What

Motherf**ker you can't be serious

Don't you know I write my own s**t

Yeah but

Give that s**t to Foxy next b***h

Put the phone down put the phone down

I can't hear you hello

Yo yo yo Kim what up

What's poppin' it's Killa from up north

Oh s**t you callin' yo that's gangsta

Yeah yeah gangsta

That's gangsta baby I like that

Yeah yo I'm feelin' you

Killa

Yo I'm feelin' you I've been' feelin' you

That's that's real

You know what I mean the whole Queen Bee

Ah baby that's

Brooklyn Queen Bee Killa Killa Bee

Yo yo yo chill

Yo let me get a shout-out let me get a shout-out

Yo hold on yo hold on yo son I'mma let you rock son

Yo son I'mma let you rock just hold on just hold on

Yo what's that in the background

Yeah Kim but anyhow

What's up Killa baby what's the word

Yo tell me somethin'

Can I get a package somethin'

Oh oh I got that you know what

As a matter of fact

I'm gonna send you a kite with my panties attached to it

Ah yeah yeah yeah that's what I mean

I got you I got you Killa

I like that you real dog

Killa your cell is on fire

My s**t is on fire

Your cell man your cell is on fire

Yo hold this phone for a second

Yo what the f**k

Yo y'all n***as know it's f**kin' Killa y'all know me man

Ayo what up mami

Who this

It's Black

But where my n***a-

Oh Killa's s**t caught on fire but don't worry about that

What's goin' on

Nothin' baby what's up

What you got on

What I got on

Yeah

I got on some Gucci thongs but they the edible kind

You know they taste like Twizzlers

Ah s**t