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Foxy Brown F/ Method Man Miscellaneous Ill Na Na 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 |
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