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Foxy Brown - Foxy's Bells Şarkı Sözleri

Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell
Battle anybody I don't care if you tell
I excel, they all fell
Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells

C'mon, uhh, rock bells, ill
The Firm, c'mon, ride along baby
Whattup Da Da, yo!

Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death
The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge
Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Guillani
What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie
From the bottom to the T-O, P we flow
C.O.D., Cash On Delivery
Foxy ery-body watch me now
Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
I got one question for y'all, haha, Papi how?
We don't playa hate we regulate in this camp
Y'all do whatcha can, we do what y'all can't
Amazing like Luther once the beat's looped up
Rock the bi-dells and tore your whole group up
It's Ill like Na Na when it feel like drama
boy, me and the click roll tight like ganja
See me Primadonna, breakin the nails
Here come the game of game, to get the cake and we bail
Know you tryin to get the picture but the frame is frail
We gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
Rock the bells, uhh

Some players like it, and some of them don't
Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won't
Fox brawl swing in Hell gonna rock the bells
All you other MC's can't do this well, rock the bells
Rock the bells, uhh

From the, true borough, the B-K too thorough
Down in D.C., Touch Me Tease Me baby
C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on
Can't front on me, playa haters the Sun on
I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out
This ain't nuttin new parked Benz on out
And I flows like, CK One
Somethin in they hoes like, she fakes none, aight
I'm the quintessential, mistress of the instrumental
Y'all could Wait to Exhale, I'ma vent a little
Set It Off like Jada, robbin the bank
I got this money thing covered, from the dollar to the franc
The pounds to the pence, it's like hustlin backwards
Nuttin y'all said made a ounce of sense
My moves be calculated, documented
No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute
Take a lot at your charts, watch me climb
Turn it upside down, six digits to nine
Inside out got reversable rhymes
We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit
Never before done til The Firm did it
If it ain't for the paper then nah we not with it
Got to stay driven so we can stay drivin
Boom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond
See me lookin hot in the crop Tercel
Gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
Rock the bells
Uhh, is it raw
Uhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhh
I'ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhh
Uh-huh, like that, yeah, c'mon, rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Get Me Home (Feat. Blackstreet) Şarkı Sözleri

[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh [echoes])
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet
Na Na, steady rise, peep this out
(Oooh, (bab-bayyy), gotta get you home with me tonight)
(gotta get you home)

[Verse One:]

Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop boo and it don't stop
See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop
'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back
Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo let's bounce now"
I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you
He said (gotta get you home tonight)

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

Oooooh baby (gotta get you home with me)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Oooooh baby, ohhhh
Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]

At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast
Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin
You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit
Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh
Twist my body like the Excorist, hey
The way he licked his lips he was mackin
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy please
I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys
So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you
He said (oh bay-beeee)

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooooooh baby, baby I need you
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Right here

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside of the club talkin to Valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
As he threw on Blacksteet casually
And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol
I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High
like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
Breathin heavily but still in control
Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

Tonight baby
Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby
I need it in my life
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight
Gotta get you home with me tonight
[etc.]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - The Promise Şarkı Sözleri

[Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm
[Havoc] Infamous
[Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B

[chorus]
[Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back
[both] constant
[Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to
[both] bomb shit
[Foxy] Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah

[Verse One: Foxy Brown]

Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes
hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip
You web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on
Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don
like Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano
Mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado
The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz
Doe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest
From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc
We on a job, fuckin wit Mobb
They had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em
He kinda jig, and he bubblin big
Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin
And bet though, twenty G craps wet though
Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though
Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass
Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy
Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so
So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro
I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him
I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him

[Verse Two: Havoc]

Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga
So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers
Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder
like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift
from monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip
Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back
Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that
Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more
handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords
Lights out... just pull the nines out
Let's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out
It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position
Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition
Gat expo, get a grip and never let go
The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, "That ass is wet though"
Triple P, paranoid plus petrol
Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section
You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin
We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin
Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon

[chorus reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in starts with "Son it's the drama" instead]

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck
Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up
The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great
Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake
They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada
They know The Firm gettin nachoes
Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land
I got him, I got me a fuck and his man
Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was histOooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist
It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean
You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron
Realistically, papi, is history, mami
I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this
I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this
ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life
At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans
Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too
Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin
Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin
Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside
I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry
He looked at me, through his right eye, was like
"Mami why?" I felt fucked up, I can't lie
He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left
but the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath
Last breath...

[chorus, Foxy alone all parts (repeat 2X)]

Yeah, it's not a threat
Uhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy
Duo, uhh, sick to death baby
Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice
Grand Wiz where you at baby?
Queensbridge, Don 'pu
The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - The Chase Şarkı Sözleri

Uhhhh yeahhhh uh, The Firm
Lust... hate... envy... jealousy
Connivin niggaz
Nigga nature, uh, yeah

Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie
Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes
I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay dove
Up in the Land, crash bar ill beam
They threw this CREAM, my whole team must fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh
Benz chrome, dominicano
Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimonTied to The Firm, die for The Firm
So help me God, street life played right
I got his wife, hemmed up, in bun
Nigga two to the gut

[chorus]
Nowhere to rest nigga, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail who call the shots it's all real
Firm, get on your job, niggaz, what the deal
[repeat 1.33X]

Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her
Threw the heater, to the grill, it was real
Pure steel, my niggaz peel murderin, gunnin through Queens
in Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans
Pretty thugs, Firm team
hold it down, we hold the crown
Got it locked rock shop, heron caught
Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue
no clue, we had this whole life planned
Call the fam lay low, Firm style let it flow

[chorus]
[repeat 2X]

He was dressed, in a sky blue Guess
Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat
We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat
He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga
'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay
Cop way Firm stray, high stake Boo
Ill booth how we do, Boogie top gun
Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dunn
A-filliation, caramel brown
Ill style complexion, you know the deal
How we roll, like a vir-gin, on the low
Yeah Boo get your swerve on, how we do
crew Boog's got it locked bigga, for the crew
hold it down niggaz fo' peala, fo' killa
Fo'reala, hoe squeala, they know the deala
Shit is reala, Firm for real

[chorus]
[repeat 2X]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na Şarkı Sözleri

[Intro: Method Man]

One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat
[Verse One: Foxy Brown]

Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call

[Chorus: Method Man]

Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]

No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright
While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh...

[Chorus]

[Method]
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...
C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
you gotta kiss some toads

[Chorus]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - No One's Şarkı Sözleri

'Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams
'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis
Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G's ease
Crib in Belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco
In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh?
Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
in Havana, the Cabana, Copa
Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah
Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don
like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron
pure precon foot action Tone
like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on

[sung chorus]
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, baby your best bet is me

It was the floss thang, for them niggaz to thug walk thang
and for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang
Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess
Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest
Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
He's remind me, something like R. Kelly
Back in the days, maxes and cresses
Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes
Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
and from where I was holdin, before this
Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie
Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh
Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's

[chorus]

If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin crazy
niggaz, won't be haters, ballin, like briqueze
Presedential suites at Ramada, in Nevada
Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I'm droppin
twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
The Cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhh
Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48
Five on the plate, high stake, indo
Bet they went from Pujos to pushin Benz-o's
Dippin on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's
The sassiest, mahogany Brown
Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados
Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions
Yeah, now you ballin, please
Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin

[chorus]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Fox Boogie (Feat. Kid Capri) Şarkı Sözleri

[Kid Capri]
Ahhhhhhh yeah... without a doubt!
We up in here chillin, this is the Kiiiiiid Capri
And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown
For the nine-pound, plus one
And we got things goin on, in a big way in here
YouknowhatI'msayin?
So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved
in what's about to happen, yo drop that Foxy

[Foxy Brown]
I'm Don like Perignon, peep me
Continously to (take money) indeed
They keep frontin my Firm'll keep sumpin
Fox uh-oh, freak sumpin
B-12 Coupes flossin, high-post, off me
Killin em softly, like Fugees
My lah be straight cheddar, in K sweater
Them pussies fuck dicks, raw dog shit
Bubblin mad chips, hard in the six
Where we at (BROOKLYN!) uhh and you know that
Niggaz'll get dismissed so peep this
I flows on like heron
Don like Deion, rewind the Ill, uhh, Na Na
Layin in the telon, Stone like Shar-on
Let's see, niggaz say he really, yappin about
How that dick be all that, he blowin backs out
please, I was in the drop three it was D
and his man from D.C. on some straight P.D.
I ain't mad Pa Pa, do your thing, get your thug on
Keep holdin, and I'ma keep rollin

[Kid Capri - chorus]
Now let me hear ya say UHHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear ya say UHHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear ya say UHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Ah let me hear ya say UHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Well here we go

[Foxy Brown]
You know the Na Na is all that
That's why I get briquettes, and lazarus, and all that
In fact, my sex games, all that
Cause when I do my thing, no turnin back
Bet that, I be stashin in C-10
Chrome Lauren, shittin hard in the Benz
Morocco bremen, niggaz scheamin
Shoulda seen em, 850 y'all be men
Gettin his wild on, frontin at the bar
Guzzlin that low, kiko (who he tryin to style on?)
Courvosier sipper, all day
He was ballin, sway while the beat is 360 ways
Anyway, I continues to floss
Iceberg shit on the ass of course
That's how we plays, high-post all day
Come round my way, see a true player play
Fox Boogie, straight ballin all day
You know how I do nigga, Firm way, hey

[Kid Capri - chorus]
Now let me hear you go UHHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (ah na na, na na)
And let me hear you say UHHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear you go UHHHH (uhhhh)
The Ill Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Ah let me hear you go UHH, UHH-uh-uh-UH, uh-uh-UH-uhhhh
(na na, na na)

[Foxy Brown]
When it come to niggaz I'm game tight, game alright
High-post, I plays, the frame all night
Alright, life's ill, push twenty mil
easy, unplugged, fucks with, only thugs
Pretty niggaz too but I'm, seein you, uhh
Definitely I'm, untouchable, hair
strokin the Na Na is like cocoa
Bitches a dime go loco for that flow doe
Shit, it's dangerous, peep the wrist, uhh
Explain this, rocks all crisp
Chicks fuckin for nuttin, please mama
betta get that cheese, villainese, on her knees
Tell her fuck the mink, she want a persian Land
frontin, from where he talkin cribs then he sayin sumpim
Sexual status, we's the baddest
Girls, we got the weapons, niggaz, got to have this
Pure shan Don frontin, to start sumpin
He buggin, lustin over nuttin, cause I'm gone

[second chorus with slight variations]

[Kid Capri]
Rrrahh, yeah word up this is the Kid Capri
along with Foxy Brown, big shouts to The Firm
Big shouts to the TrackMasters
Big shouts to all my people in the Boogie Down B-X
Word up, and everybody all over the world!!!!!!!
Cause it's goin down like that
as we gon' get this money
We up outta here... love...


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - I'll Be (Feat. Jay-Z) Şarkı Sözleri

[Jay-Z]
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on...

[Foxy]
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
[repeat 2X]

[FOXY:] I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
[JAY-Z:] Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there and tear your back out
[FOXY:] That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out

[Foxy]
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like a trucker
let alone the skills I posess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty -- what, classy, still

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?

[Foxy]
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
to undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
(ahh, shit... uh, uh)

[Chorus]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Outro Şarkı Sözleri

[Barry White impersonator]
Oh yeah, Foxy, one more thing
And you can tell em Panama Slim said it
Them other bitches are tryin to piss that out
And they gonna get a lot of people wet

"Two-hundred-and-thirty-eight thousand dollars worth of dynamite is Fort Knox and penny"


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Chyna Whyte Şarkı Sözleri

Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.

Y'all know me right?
I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price
Same bitch y'all niggas be blamin' all y'all problems on
I'm the reason why half y'all niggas
Can't even go in your moms' crib no more

Uh.. I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have shit
'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit

The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch
In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit
I ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit
It's when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit

And I'm on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
Nigga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night

Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight
I know this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch
Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price

No shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit
Had y'all motherfuckers believin' that y'all can fly and shit
Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal
Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin

Now they assed out, in the hood massed out
Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out
Wit no love

Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana
Baby I can't give you no more money
What you mean you can't give me no money?
Man, boy, where's my TV?
Nana, I smoked the TV

Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs
Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps
Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's

Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells and close sales
Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale

Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail
Uh, flip it twice you officially on
Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin' your thong
Mystery's on

Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake
Cristal and cheese cake, cock sucker d shake, niggas flake
Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh
Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money
What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bain Bridge
Y'all niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh
Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game
No love, no love.


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - My Life Şarkı Sözleri

[Intro]
(Nigga, uh)
Yeah, huh (nigga uh)
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?
See what I see
(Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)

At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops
Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot
Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle
The finer things, all kinda things, power, money
Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it
The Gucci boots with the G's on it
A high price for this 'high price' life

While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite?
And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap
Or no other hands can hold me right
My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame
Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name
Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated
Hate it that I'm in the same game as them
With mo' fame than them, they know who they are
This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke

You was my sister, who used to dream together
How we could make it real big, do our thing together
Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days?
Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak
Went our seperate ways, seperate lives
Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game
About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it

[1] - My life, do ya feel what I feel?
My life, a black girl's ordeal my life
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?

My life
Do ya'll know what it feels like?
Do ya'll know what it be like?
Do ya see what I see?
Have you been where I've been?
Can you go where I go?

Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams
Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing
Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing
And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing
Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born
Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom
Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come?
But he never showed up

I would pimp for them, became demented, then men?
Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl
'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls
All I needed was love, all I wanted was love

Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs
The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy
If he ain't care, why should they?
For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay

[Repeat 1]

All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel
Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movinLet him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovinI'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin
That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick
Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shitDon't be lovin' niggas more than yaself
Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home

Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases
Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused
While some say it's rude
But if I was a dude, they all be amused
But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that
Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe
Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me
What tha fuck he in it for?

Wanted it all, now it's all mine
Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain
Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain"
If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain
Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me
Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV
Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll
Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll

[Repeat 1 until fade]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Hot Spot Şarkı Sözleri

Guess who's back! Uhh
Yeah, uhh, uhh

[Verse One:]

Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on
MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage Dom
Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb
Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass
Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And I don't play, I watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch

[Chorus: Foxy Brown]

You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots
at the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots
at the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

[Verse Two:]

Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties
Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave.
The night is young, I'm likin son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin him
You can handle the work, I'll play wit it
Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the club they, hated it
Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that
Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case
I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit
Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that
I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so
I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around I'm tryin to do about foThis is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club I make em bounce

[Chorus]

Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)
Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Dog And A Fox (Feat. DMX) Şarkı Sözleri

[DMX]
Uhhhh, uhhhhhh
Let's do it, we're startinUh, come on boogie boogie, uh, uh
Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on

I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe to my wife
You think I give a fuck, like you don't know I'm livin' trife
Strife and struggle, bitches with pussy on the juggle
Little shorty named Tomika from 25th who can smuggle
Cheese to that Columbian Connection
From that cross-the-water section
Baby nine-seventeen, try for protection
Injection of that shit I'm kickinGot you stickin' niggas you got love for
Bring 'em up, touch 'em with the buzz saw

Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks
Holdin' down the fort even when it's steamin' hot
Money's being got but honeys actin' shady
So I hit it with 5 between the 380's
Can't fox a 300 Mercedes
Time like this bring out the savage and shit
Bitches ain't keepin' it real, so I'm damagin' shit
I'm on that scavenger shit, and I'm hungry
Fox with the Dog, it's about to get ugly, for real
Aiyyo

[Both]
[1] - Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
Yeah, you think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?

Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
You think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?

[Foxy Brown]
Nigga fuck you, eat a fat boy
Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace
Ain't no smile on my face
Shit, burn up by the waist
Fuck him right to the safe and tell him
Crack the bitch before I blast his bitch
Ya'll know Na-Na come through
Dime-chicks, iced up, minked out, rolly 6, light grey chrome 6
Go to ask, wanna fuck? Then throw the cash right
'Aye bitch needs some dick in they life
Make 'em cop you with rock or just copy some rocks
Take it all from his dumb-ass, slide on his bum-ass
I want some shit and I'm hungry, Dog with the Fox
It's about to get ugly

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Job (Feat. Mya) Şarkı Sözleri

[Intro]
Ughh, gimme some
Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
Ughh, get sticky wit it
Ughh, get your name back
Not that, ughh

[Foxy]
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table
Niggas I don't know, rollin' 'dro
Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door
Tryin' to throw some hints
It's the first of the month, time to pay some rent
You could send them niggas home and hit the streets
Cuz you been layin' up chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek
And the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that's new
Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due
See ballers like you gotta pay to play
Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit, but you can't stay
Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c'mon

[Mya]
[1] - Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me

[Foxy]
I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, 's watch, whatever
As long as the Bezzy sit at least three
TVs in everywhere
I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers
I don't want dram's wit' ya'll baby moms
Nigga, all I want is Cartier Charms
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
Shit, I ain't your average I-got-to-have-shit
And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
Not one two, I need a few karats
Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto
And I gotta have them Perotta bags
And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c'mon

[Repeat 1]

If you wanna fuck, I could spend
If you wanna front, gotta go
If you got dough, let 'em in
If you go broke, it ain't the end
Remember how you did it before?
Let's do it again

You could start from the bottom
Take it to the top
Start it from the Hoopty, end it in the Drop
Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
You gotta get on, stay on your J.O.B., c'mon

[Repeat 1]

No romance without finance
[Repeat until fade]


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Bomb Ass Şarkı Sözleri

Ready to carry nigga?
I'ma tie yo monkey ass up...
Ooh... Oer.. Ooh...

Ooh you got da bomb!
(whats that)
you know I got that bomb ass pussy [x5]

move down...
yeah like that....
eat it!...
mmm. yeah....


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - I Can't Şarkı Sözleri

[Intro]
Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh
How you expect me to love you, nigga
Can't even trust you, uh

So he played you, right?
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right
And the last you seen was his car break lights

He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl

I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me
Basically, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back
And make the nigga think that I came a lot
And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob
That chain was hot, is he on or what?
Nigga cop the broach in the double R
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga

[Total & Foxy]
[1] - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(You and your bullshit)
(How can I love you)
(Can't even trust you)

(I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(Cut the bullshit)
(How can I love you
(Can't even trust you)

I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks, even then
All I do is get they asses hot, then I ask them
When was the last time you had some twat?
Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?

Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed
On the balcony while you knock me down
Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls
The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior
Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan
And I'm about that money, no need to pretend
Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend

[Repeat 1]

You got as much, you game's y'all
And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself
I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick
I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit
Had the next bitch layed up in my six?
Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?

I'm what a nigga would love to have
Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
Nice attitude even though I might spaz
He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas
And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so
Holla at me when you ready to spend

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Total]
I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again

I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again
say it again, say it again

I can't rock you, no more
I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again
say it again, say it again

I can't rock with you no more
Say it again, say it again
I can't rock with you no more
Say it again, say it again
I can't rock with you no more


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - 4-5-6 (Feat. Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel) Şarkı Sözleri

[Beanie Sigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat who ain't with that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc
Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you clown

And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
See you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris' on the E-Way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with Bleek
Or the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin' Dom P
While you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money
Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs

[Memphis Bleek]
Check it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
Hundred crack viles, playin' the BenjNickel nine gleam, like it's Armor All'd up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam, you niggas'll squeeze on me
You niggas them cats, that'll call D's on me
I'm on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
For you actin' tough cats, but in your heart you serene
I read your body languo
You off balance and don't wanna mangle
You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker

[Foxy Brown]
Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like, "Bitch, I got more money than your man"
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the V Twinz ballin' on you tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?
You know Na Na rock that shit, Pra-da that shit
Es-ca that shit, Dolce Gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Chanel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa!
You know my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit
See my whilin' in the four-six, stylin' on they bum ass
Goddess MC, y'all bitches is little Foxes
I see my girls frontin', tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
And y'all know Jigga sent me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, will waste y'all niggas
Cause I fucked the nigga and paid y'all niggas
Shit, what the fuck


Tüm Foxy Brown şarkı sözleri => Foxy Brown Şarkı Sözleri

Foxy Brown - Ride (Down South) (Feat. MJG, Eightball, Juvenile) Şarkı Sözleri

[Intro]
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Eightball]
Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG

[MJG]
[1] - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at
Where them real bitches at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at
Where my buck niggas at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Foxy Brown]
I ain't new to this
Damn nice bitch that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff
And no dough? I dont fuck 'em
Fuck I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours
Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Dont stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
They gon' pimp if you let them
From NY to the dirty south
And them bitches' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking shit
You be lickin' this

[Repeat 1]

[MJG]
I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high
I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
Pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
We're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
MJG is in control

[Repeat 1]

[Juvenile]
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same shit
Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and reeboks
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha

[Repeat 1]

[MJG]
Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
You ain't nobody
We been doing this, been doin' this shit
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and fuckinMutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga riding on 20's and shit
Nigga what chu got?
Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about this game
Come on

[Repeat 1 until fade]


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Foxy Brown - Can U Feel Me Baby (Feat. Pretty Boy) Şarkı Sözleri

[Pretty Boy]
My peoples is watching you, watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be
I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to your face, you 'gon cop a plea
I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know that you's a evil nigga
Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you, nigga
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' forever you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you betta kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 percent of my niggaz think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
Uh...

[1] - Niggaz I roll with
Niggaz I stole with
Niggaz that hold shit
Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?
(When you inside me Pretty)
Can I trust you baby?
(I never lie Pretty)
Plus you stay jiggy
(You keep me fly Pretty)
And I'mma treat you like my fifth on my side baby
And I'mma take you on some trips to the sky baby
And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)

[Foxy Brown]
If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em, shit
Bitches ain't my crew? I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Think I trust ya'll canivin' bitches, starvin' bitches
Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches
Think cuz a bitch rap I won't lay out bitches
Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches
Everything ain't rap, ya'll is some snake-ass bitches
I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, OK, ya'll bitches?
Swing back through the hood, got the game back
Niggaz front the bodega, yellin' "Fox get ya name back, baby"
Brooklyn nigga, bet our stash you
Young chicks ballers since tailors and Lee patches, 'member that?
Quarter juices, 3 quarter buy my gooses
Two finger rings with ya two-tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthinWhen everybody was born, now ya hold's fallin'
And wanna knock 'me for mines

[Repeat 1]

[Pretty Boy]
Uh, now I wonda, am I at my peak?
Is it just a dream or are they really after me?
Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you
I'm kinda young but my heart beats irregular
What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?
They tried to kill me mixin' angeldust and hydroMy eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in
And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again
Uh...

[Repeat 1 until fade]


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Foxy Brown - Baller Bitch (Feat. Pretty Boy, Too $hort) Şarkı Sözleri

[Pretty Boy]
Yo Fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill

[Foxy]
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over, worldwide
Shake them thighs for them hots
For all my niggas on every street corner
That's right, love y'all niggas

[1 - T$] This is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch
My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich
[Fox] So $hort, what you mean?
[T$] I bet I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen

[Fox] This is for the baller cats, all the cats
That want a bitch to lay on her back
The hell with that
[T$] So Fox what you mean?
[Fox] Bet I be a poor nigga's dream
More money than he ever seen

[Too-Short]
Yo, yo, kiss the projects goodbye
I'mma change you bitch
I'mma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch
Here's the keys to the Benz, but don't start the car
If you good I'mma let you park the car
From a straight broke-ass to a baller-bitch
They got no other choice but to call you rich
I got hella fly ladies, never cry ladies
Those cheat-on-they-man type tell a lie ladies
Diamond rings, platinum chains
Tell 'em "Baller Bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut, walk that walk
Pop that shit, talk that talk
Hold your head high, be proud of this life
Pray to God that you never fall out of this life
'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes
Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's dream

[Repeat 1]

[Foxy]
Kiss that jail shit goodbye, I'mma lace you, nigga
I'mma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga
Blaze the keys to the crib, have you lovin' this life
And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life
And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype
Like they OT and ain't sold a drug in they life
I got husslin' ass niggas, thuggin' ass niggas
Always on some shit, never trust them ass niggas
Bust your guns niggas cop your ones
And tell them "Big Baller" when you flash it once
Nigga lock the bar down
Show these cats how it's done
Then slide through the hood and go fuck with your duns

[Repeat 1]

[Foxy]
Call me what you want, I been heard the worst
And if it's Cris' in this bitch
Bet I'm poppin' it first
And if the 700's come, I'll be coppin' it first
So whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first

[Too-Short]
Shit, droppin' a verse
The pot in 'em choppin' it first
Basically when I ride-by, I'm hurtin' them worse
So now boo, what you gonna do?
You see how quick I got you
That's how quick I will drop you

[Repeat 1]


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