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