Lady Marmalade

Lil kim:

Where are all my soul sisters?

Let me hear you flow sisters



All:

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister



Mya:

He met marmelade down in old moulin rouge

Strutting her stuff on the street

She said, hello, hey joe

You wanna give it a go?, oh



Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)

Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (hee oh)

Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)

Creole lady marmalade (ohh)



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (oh oh)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (yeah yeah yeah yeah)



Pink:

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up

Boy drank all that magnolia wine

On her black satin sheets

Is where he started to freak, yeah



Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da yeah)

Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (ooh yeah yeah)

Mocca chocolata ya ya

Creole lady marmalade, uh



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (ce soir)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (ooh)



Lil' kim:

Yeah, yeah, aw

We come through with the money and the garter belts

Let them know we bought that cake, straight out the gate

We independent women, some mistake us for whores

I'm saying, why spend mine when i can spend yours?

Disagree?!, well that's you and i'm sorry!

I'ma keep playing these cat