Chick Like Me Cherish (Ft. Rasheeda)

[Intro - Rasheeda]
Yeah, D-lo, okay
Sho'Nuff
So what we got here ya'll
This right here is what we call female pimpin'
Understand that
Rasheeda, okay
Cherish baby, okay
Don Vito you a little foolish, ha-ha
I like this
ATL

[Verse 1 - Cherish]
Straight up A-Town that's my type
Thugged out, from the hood that's what I like
Neck, ears, wrist shinning so bright
Give me paper or plastic, anything I like
Uh, you see I like 'em kind of cool
Black shades, black tee, and black shoes
Candy painted Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta
Is just my kind of dude

[Chorus - Cherish]
Where my Chi Town gangsters
(Who're down for whatever)
And all my Midwest riders
(My St. Louis players)
Where my East Coast hustlers
(My New Yorkers, holler)
Cause we don't need no bustas
(We don't need no haters)
I need a down south G
(The ones that ride so good)
That can give me what I need
(The ones that talk so hood)
The boys from the West Coast scene
(My crip walkin soldiers)
That can handle a chick like me
A chick like me