[Little Girl] Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh You think you was bad cause you had a Jag
[Chorus 2X: Natina] It's over, it's over now Move over, it's my turn now It's over, the game's shut down - sorry
[Little Girl over Chorus] Yeah, yeah, my daddy's a big time baller (??)
[Kurupt] I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (sorry) You ain't got the Bentley with four doors K-U, R-U, P-T, any, you just, bring my, bottle, of Remy Recognize a real hit when you hear one Postin up at the Playboy Mansion I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex Bouncin to Jigga in California
[Natina] Wha-wha, wha-what? C'mon, yo (what up in here?) yo, yo, yo It's the N-A, T-I, aww, you know the rest (uh-huh) Silly how frequently they contest (uh-huh) I done toured across the seas and been across the world I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dawgs (haha, haha) It's over, cause I'm bad to the bone (haha, haha) Leave a real diva to her own, alone I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard, c'mon!
[Kurupt] Suckas.. This is how life should be (uh-huh) my girl and my peeps Don't make me remind you (uh-huh) I stays V.I.P. (move over) For all my dime piece, all of my G's Hustlers and pimps, with shiny wrists, making money cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss (bling bling) Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard One thing for sure, G's hit the door Tone and Poke know Natina does not play When she get on the mic she say what she gotta say (say) And Dr. Dre and Snoop, know Kurupt is ill (ill) From East coast to West the unforgettable skills Bust from head to head (c'mon) sippin on Remy Red Runnin from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops Kurupt and gangsta rap, Natina be runnin pop