She Does It Best Lyrics - Singles - God-des And She

Hi 

My name is... not Eminem 

They want to know 

Who's that girl 

Not eve 

It's me, mainstream 

With a catch kinda like Shines Arrest 

Why? 

Because I'm coming out my closet 

And nothing anybody does can stop it 

Dear Mama 

I'm sorry they call me Big Papa 

But I'm so damn cute all these ladies want to 

Take their shirts off and wave em round and round in the air 

Like a helicopter 

And all these dudes wanna 

Study my game but they'll never understand it like Madonna's fame 

So you better 

Move bitch, get out the way 

Cause I'm so damn gay and I display skills for days 

Trying to get paid like Anna Nichol 

Never Gucci clothes 

Strictly triple 5 soul 

I turned to Fat Joe and told him that my flow was more tight 

Than the thongs in San Francisco's video 

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

It's the G-O-D it's god-des) 

I'm not H to the izzle 

I'm D to the dizzay 

I called up Macy Grey but she forgot what to say 

I asked Justin Timberlake 

If they know just hit was a mistake 

He looked pissed 

That's not a dis thats a question I learned my lesson 

Like North Korea's confession 

I'm sorry Mr. Jackson for humping your girl then dumping your girl 

But now she got common sense in the world 

I got diamonds and pearls, but I'm not Prince 

I'm more like Mary Flynn 

Even more like TLC cause I creeped yeah right in the hands of P Diddy 

Til he narked on me 

You had a girl but she ran ran ran 

Right into the hands of another man and then a different one 

Hey, yo, Jenny 

He's no fun 

You need to get with me (cause I'm real) 

Tough my butt feel 

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

It's the G-O-D it's god-des) 

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 

Where my girls at? 

I know you love this track 

You got your stereo set to play it back 

I won't crack like the kids on American Idol 

I won the title cause I'm the only judge 

Whatever Simon says, It wont make me budge 

I won't hold on to a grudge like I'm Suge Knight 

Ay! Yo, dog, I don't wanna fight 

I wanna light up the stage 

Make drama like a Shakespeare play 

Name a holiday after me: the G-O-D-des 

You'll never catch me in a dress 

The only dress you'll ever find was the one on your girl's behind 

Damn! She's fine 

And she's always there when I call 

And she's always on time 

And while you all pray to god, Your lady's prayin to my shrine, Homie 

(Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it bestIts the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best 

Yes God-des she does it best 

It's the G-O-D it's god-des)