Lil' Kim:

Where's all my soul sisters

Let me hear ya flow sisters



All:

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister



Mya:

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

Strutting her stuff on the street

She said,"Hello, hey Joe

You wanna give it a go?", oh



Chorus:

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



Repeat Chorus



Lil' Kim:

Yeah, yeah, aw

He comes through with the money and the garter belts

Let 'em know we 'bout 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'm keep playing these cats out like Atari

Wear high heeled shoes, getting love from the Jews

Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge

Hey sisters, soul sisters

Betta get that dough sisters

We drink wine with diamonds in the glass

By the case, the meaning of expensive taste

We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya (come on)

Mocca chocolata (what)

Creole Lady Marmalade



One more time, come on

Marmalade (ooh)

Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah)

Marmalade (ohh)



Christina:

Hey, hey, hey

Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, oh

Colour of cafe au lait, all right

Made the