Chick Like Me Lyrics - Unappreciated - Cherish

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here y'all? 

This right here is what we call female pimpin' 

Understand that Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby, okay 

Don Vito you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL 

Straight up, A-Town. That's my type 

Thugged out from the hood that's what I like 

Neck, ears, wrist shinning so bright 

Give me paper or plastic anything I like 

You see I like 'em kind of cool 

Black shades, black tee and black shoes 

Candy painted Impala on 22s 

Straight up gutta is just my kind of dude 

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever 

And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players 

Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla 

Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters 

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good 

That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood 

The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers 

That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me 

All my fellas need to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly 

I'm not the picky type, I like my thugs from every city 

GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty boys 

Oh, they do something to me 

See I have to disagree 

I like my thugs from the NYC 

Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene 

Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean 

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever 

And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players 

Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla 

Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters 

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good 

That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood 

The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers 

That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me 

Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T 

Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street 

Now man it's something 'bout them G's 

Make Rasheeda temperature jump 100 degrees 

Is it the money or the candy paint drippin' 

Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'? 

Plus he know just how to, how to b*** i* u* 

Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up 

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever 

And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players 

Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla 

Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters 

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good 

That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood 

The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers 

That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me 

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever 

And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui players 

Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla 

Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters 

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so good 

That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood 

The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers 

That can handle a chick like me, a chick like me 

That's how it's going down right here, baby 

We calling out all the G's all around the world 

Please believe it, y'all need to keep it pimpin' 

Keep ya A game, keep it tight baby 

This Cherish right here 

This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach 

The Urban Legend 

It don't get no better than this