Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom) - Remix

Hey do you have any black inside you?
 Would you like some (like some)?
 Ha, You know you got a right to do whatever you like to
 Don C we got the right one that right one
 In the club always the flyest
 Always got her hands the highest
 She stopped drinking diet coke
 She on that coke diet
 She bat she bat her eyelids
 That girl is so wired
 I know she so tired, but ooh she on fiyah
 Hundred dollar bill look at you look at you
 A hundred dollar bills this ain't new this ain't new
 From that Paris Lindsay Britney, Mary-Kate and Whit-ney
 People say that they clean motherfucker don't bullshit me
 All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
 You left your nigga home
 You said you at your sister's
 You and your girlfriends' wrong
 You in here taking pictures
 You ain't gotta tell us
 You spending daddy's cash
 Your girlfriend's jealous
 You got the fattest ass
 One down to pee, one trying to leave
 It's hot as fuck but you just dying to ski
 It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda
 Your brain is Magic City
 Your nose is Atlanta
 I said think about your future
 You can't do that tomorrow
 But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
 You like "Hey Pharrell I ain't trying to kill your mood
 But I can do the Star Trak sign see, killa dude"
 Now she got high hopes
 Just to say hi to us
 She want the high life
 She like them higher ups
 She know we high rollin'
 She know it's high stakes
 That's why she high speedin', out on that highway
 She say she high maintenance
 She say she high fashion
 She say she high priced
 I think she high cappin'
 She had her high heels, I had my high tops
 Sippin' a Hi-C, eatin' a Hydrox
 I asked her how it feel up on this high rise
 She said this high score this was the high lie
 She got her hi-Pod bumpin' her hi-Tunes
 This higher education welcome to high school
 Like I got a crown made of powder
 Everybody knows who the king of the coke flow be
 All I hear is oh ki every line is oh ki
 All you rappers okey dokey
 Nigga you don't paint pictures
 I paint miracles on you niggas
 And dime 'ye speedy bag bitches
 Buy and sell I can accomodate your clientele
 Shamu weight motherfucker breaks your scales
 P to the usha, with a name like that what you look for
 More less like P with the hook up
 Hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up
 Ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane
 In my play clothes as I'm grippin' grain
 In a hail of bullets how I write my name
 Whether soft or hard motherfucker 'caine is 'caine