So Sick (feat. Clipse)

[NATASHA) Yeah! since you said it right You better recognize I'd be the chick up in the corner Catchin all your eyes Yea I know I'm looking slim And girl u wanna fight 5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs My hair is long, And I aint gotta front cause every inch is my own, Don't be trying to check me ‘Cause your man is on my phone Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don't care ‘cause I'm grown (Bring that back) Yeah! since you said it right You better recognize I'd be the chick up in the corner Catchin all your eyes Yea I know I'm looking slim And girl u wanna fight 5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs My hair is long, And I aint gotta front cause every inch is my own, Don't be trying to check me ‘Cause your man is on my phone Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don't care ‘cause I'm grown Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip You must be sick ‘cause u didn't find me You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me Plus u real sick ‘cause mochas inside me W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick? I don't want you hating me ‘cause you think I'm conceited But as I ? ‘Cause you man like what he's seeing Don't be mad ‘cause when I walk these boys be breathing And they panting and they staring and these -- breathing I'm seventeen And I'm up in the club with no ID Escorted past you by security And I'm chilling with your -- up in VIP Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip You're looking all retarded Crazy with all that started But you can't get mad at me ‘Cause I'm looking some outta of magazine Oh! All I'm trying to do is make this money Cant help these boys is on me You better fall back off of me Take 2 of these and just call me in the mornin' (CLIPSE) Call the doctor These -- so sick The truth is back We do away with the imposters Sit amongst the mobsters Stones blue as Doppler You track the storm Lightning wrapped around the collar Follow the fast lane And re-up rulers We started from four and a half like preschoolers Now we in the middle of old like hula hoopers Crown Vic's fuller that -- we stay troopers Aviator lens Drop head coop Let your head blow in the wind u the envy of your friends Yves St. Laurent Make every woman grin Pocket full of bobble heads Lets spin them to the end Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip (Rewind That) Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip Why you looking all twisted in ur grill You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip You must be sick ‘cause u didn't find me You must be sick ‘cause dark Chillds behind me Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick? You must be sick ‘cause u didn't find me You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?