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5, 9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!)She's the one you thought would never do a solo LPYeah, now what chick could outsell me?Drama comes in dozens and I know you love itA rose is still a rose, so I rose above itThe more that they see the woman got a mind of her ownThe less that they want a part of my throne, it figuresBut the more they compare me to the ones they could ownThey know they never should have left me aloneI'm biggaNo doubtMoney gang and my G's is upTreat me like David Blaine and freeze me upLet me address the issueI'm super not superficialSpoil meThe only statement I'm makin' is royalties (rock the dollars)Seven digits never under my bank account holdNumbers like your phone number, plus area codeGamble with your careerGo ahead chance herSongtexteSee what happened with scrubs on my recordsDeserve answersOh Left EyeWhat's happenin'?Everybody want to know where the hell you beenOh Left EyeTeachers, children, mothers, and thugsEverybody loves Miss Left EyeWhat's happenin'?Everybody want to know where the hell you beenOh Left EyeTeachers, children, mothers, and thugsEverybody loves Miss Left EyeHot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hotL-E-F-T-E-Y-EHot hot3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubsTryin' to be lovedI'm 30 mill and a fan clubWhat you got signed forI spent on some rugsDVD's and TV's and that's just in the carBorderline geniusScientists swear by meImagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's bodyGave you auditionsThey say I'm a gymnast in businessMy summersault your positionsWaste not whatnotI don't want your nothingOn top she's hotNo discussionI'm a divaTeacher (to the rap game)Here when it started I'll be here when it changeStarted more careers than Quincy JonesOther rap chicks actin' funny since she's homeDo it again and againExpect her toLeft Eye you expect me to respect you tooOh Left EyeWhat's happenin'?Everybody want to know where the hell you beenOh Left EyeTeachers, children, mothers, and thugsEverybody loves Miss Left EyeWhat's happenin'?Everybody want to know where the hell you beenOh Left EyeTeachers, children, mothers, and thugsEverybody loves Miss Left EyeHot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hotL-E-F-T-E-Y-EHot hotHot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hot hot (burn)Hot hotHot hotL-E-F-T-E-Y-EHot hot12, 15 Aus Songtexte Mania