[Chorus: Princess Nokia]
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy! [x4]
[Verse 1]
With my little t****** and my phat belly
I could take your man if you finna let me
It's a guarantee that he won't forget me
My body little, my soul is heavy
My little t****** be bookin' cities all around the world
They be f****** wit' me
I'm a Calvin Klein model, come and get me
Step the resy up, don't be f****** with me
My little t****** are so itty bitty
I go locomotive, chitty chitty, bang bang
Gold hoops and that name chain
Timb boots and like, four rings
Missy Elliott, can't stand the rain
You lames playing the same games
Little t******, I'm so d*** pretty
Staircase and a cracked philly
Little t****** and a phat kitty
Big pants and some scuffed shoes
Pow-pow-pow, Blue's Clues
(Pow pow pow! Pow pow!)
[Bridge]
With my little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
(My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
[Verse 2]
Who that?
Who that?
Who that?
Princess Nokia, Baby Phat
I be where the ladies at
Who know how to shake it fast
We gon' spit that brazy track
You know that I'll take it back
I'm spitting the illest mack
Yeah, hoe!
Who that?
Who that?
Who that?
Princess Nokia, make it clap
She with it to set it back
And give ya the fire track
Now watch what gon' happen next
Who that up in the North?
Dennis Rodman up court
When I step up in the function it's a party, of course
I'm having fun with my friends
And I don't want it to end
And if you finna blow my high then I'ma punch you again
With my little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
(My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
Yeah, hoe!
[Verse 3]
He so in love
He think it's a spell
There's levels to magic and he cannot tell
He f*** with my bruja, my p**** a spell
My toto is special, got locks like a jail
It's Polo, it's Tommy, it's Mecca, it's Nauti
I'm finna sit back and just sip on Bacardi
You come to my party
You gon' meet my army
A room full of girls and we acting real rowdy
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy! [x4]
[Verse 1]
With my little t****** and my phat belly
I could take your man if you finna let me
It's a guarantee that he won't forget me
My body little, my soul is heavy
My little t****** be bookin' cities all around the world
They be f****** wit' me
I'm a Calvin Klein model, come and get me
Step the resy up, don't be f****** with me
My little t****** are so itty bitty
I go locomotive, chitty chitty, bang bang
Gold hoops and that name chain
Timb boots and like, four rings
Missy Elliott, can't stand the rain
You lames playing the same games
Little t******, I'm so d*** pretty
Staircase and a cracked philly
Little t****** and a phat kitty
Big pants and some scuffed shoes
Pow-pow-pow, Blue's Clues
(Pow pow pow! Pow pow!)
[Bridge]
With my little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
(My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
[Verse 2]
Who that?
Who that?
Who that?
Princess Nokia, Baby Phat
I be where the ladies at
Who know how to shake it fast
We gon' spit that brazy track
You know that I'll take it back
I'm spitting the illest mack
Yeah, hoe!
Who that?
Who that?
Who that?
Princess Nokia, make it clap
She with it to set it back
And give ya the fire track
Now watch what gon' happen next
Who that up in the North?
Dennis Rodman up court
When I step up in the function it's a party, of course
I'm having fun with my friends
And I don't want it to end
And if you finna blow my high then I'ma punch you again
With my little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly
(That girl is a tomboy)
My little t****** and my phat belly
(My little t****** and my phat belly
My little t****** and my phat belly)
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
That girl is a tomboy
Who that is, hoe?
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
That girl is a tomboy!
Yeah, hoe!
[Verse 3]
He so in love
He think it's a spell
There's levels to magic and he cannot tell
He f*** with my bruja, my p**** a spell
My toto is special, got locks like a jail
It's Polo, it's Tommy, it's Mecca, it's Nauti
I'm finna sit back and just sip on Bacardi
You come to my party
You gon' meet my army
A room full of girls and we acting real rowdy