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Missy Elliot:
We're talkin' 'bout soul sisters,
Let me here ya flow sisters.
Mya:
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge,
Strutting her stuff on the street,
She said, "Hello, Hey Joe,
You wanna give it a go," (oh)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya here (here oh)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh)
Pink:
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak (yeah)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da yeah)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya here (ooh yeah yeah)
Mocca chocolata ya ya
Creole Lady Marmalade (uh)
Lil' Kim:
Yeah, yeah, aw
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm saying, "Why spend mine… when I can spend yours"
Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry
I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heeled shoes, gettin' love from the Jews
Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Lil' Kim:
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya (come on)
Mocca chocolata (what)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(One more time, come on)
Chris
Mya
Christina, Lil' Kim, Mya, Pink:
Creole Lady Marmalade, ooh yes sir
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