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
That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Come on What up pop? Brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out
, uh 'cause this the Ill, Na Na, Na Na 'Cause I wanna hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na Yeah, word up this is the Kid Capri Along with Foxy Brown, big shouts
conjunction with Violator Entertainment Bring to you, 'Foxy Brown The Album' What the hell do you think I'm running here, a chicken coop? Foxy, the
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
before Rap City, way before Screen Scene 'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed Things got ill
do you have reservations? [Foxy] Yeah, two for Brown [waiter] Right this way [man] Reservations? [Foxy] Ahahahah [Foxy] Baby [man] Yo whattup? [Foxy
One time Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na Destination, plat' Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out
Crib all fresh high tech nigga art deco in the villa room sippin' Demi Sec Separate the classiest from the nastiest bugs on some ninety six ill shit
, 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,
Oh yeah, Foxy one more thing And you can tell 'em Panama Slim said it Them other bitches are tryin' to piss that out They gonna get a lot of people wet
Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit Blink a eye, missed
Uhh, I mean damn Me and you forever hand in hand I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand) I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then
Пераклад: Foxy Brown. Ill Na Na.
City, way before Screen Scene 'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed Things got ill the
Bring to you... Foxy Brown The album "What the hell do you think I'm runnin here, a chicken coop?" [Barry White imitator] Foxy, the word's on the streets
