Is That Your Chick Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

R O C, Memph Bleek 

Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff 

Yeah, yo 

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em 

I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one 

You had to see she keep callin' me Big 

(And another one) 

And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick 

Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit 

Got my feet up on you sofas, man 

I mean a hostess for my open hand 

You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans 

I got your bitch up in my rover man 

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand 

In fact I diss her, I'm a bolder man 

Imma pimp her, it's over man 

When I twist her in the gold sedan 

Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man 

Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen hands 

Weddin' bands don't make it rosy man 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick 

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe chose I 

I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turnin' down chocha 

Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes 

Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak 

Uh, huh, okay, what's up, shut up and close the door 

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before 

Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin' 160? 

Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy 

How you love how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not 

(That's gangsta) 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick 

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon 

Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan 

Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach 

Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your money 

Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin' 

Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain 

Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left 

When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death 

You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers 

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper 

Must have been mad 

When your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass 

To climax I come up with a nab, the game don't stop 

Legit ballers bendin' up the block 

Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props 

Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her 

Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick 

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me? 

Room 112, hotel balcony 

How she say Jay you can call the house for me? 

There's no respect at all, you betta check her dawg 

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw 

So she can have my kids and say it was yours 

How foul is she? And you wifed her 

Shit, I put the rubber on tighter 

Sent her home, when she entered home 

You hugged her up, what the fuck is up? 

She got you whipped, got your kids 

Got your home, but that's not your bitch 

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl 

It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick 

Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick 

Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick 

Bought a new five, maybe six 

Copped that for his new down bitch 

And I was diggin' that down since '96 shit 

Memph man I'll take your bitch 

Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip 

And you know how it go when it come to the hoes 

She can do the same thing to the clique you know 

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me 

Got your wife callin' me daddy 

Put her out on the street let her get that cheese 

My bad is that your freak 

But you know how a thug do 

When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you 

Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot 

Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick 

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique 

Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix 

From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks 

From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks 

That can only lead to something unfortunate 

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch 

Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot 

You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock 

Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast 

'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga 

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this nigga 

'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that 

You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that? 

I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be? 

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his six? 

With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips 

Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? 

With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes 

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill 

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill? 

Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? 

Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick