Lirik Lagu Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown
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Intro: Method Man
One time...Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...Johnny Blaze, the Iron LungFoxy 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 outShipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked outShe's all about sex, pard-on, check your factsand the track record, I'm all about plaquesShakin my ass half naked, lovin this lifeWaitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tightStandin center stage, closin the show holdin a gatSince you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wackNiggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylinMaybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousandThis is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tightWhen I'm coming home?Maybe tonightLeave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnightIt's my time to shine it's playtime tonightI'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fallI 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 NaTrue Absolut Vodka, straight shotsfor the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dollaReal and it don't stop, we movin upFirst the mansion then the yacht, sound properStraight cash get got, bloodhoundstryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alrightWhile I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall lightYou hate when it's a ball right?Ladies this ain't handballNigga hit these walls right before I call MikeIn the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easyHope you have my shit tight when I open my eyesWhile I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' padI left some money on the dresser, find you a cabNo more, sharin I pain, sharin I madeIt's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our gamePut it in high gear, flip the eye wearNas Ruled the World but now it's my yearAnd from, here on I solemnly swearTo 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 breathsLadies take this over, I be Fox so peep thisLove thyself with no one above theeCause ain't nobody gon' love me like meIf he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike LeeBye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)Hit the roadMami told me in order to, find a Princeyou gotta kiss some toads
Chorus
One time...Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...Johnny Blaze, the Iron LungFoxy 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 outShipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked outShe's all about sex, pard-on, check your factsand the track record, I'm all about plaquesShakin my ass half naked, lovin this lifeWaitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tightStandin center stage, closin the show holdin a gatSince you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wackNiggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylinMaybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousandThis is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tightWhen I'm coming home?Maybe tonightLeave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnightIt's my time to shine it's playtime tonightI'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fallI 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 NaTrue Absolut Vodka, straight shotsfor the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dollaReal and it don't stop, we movin upFirst the mansion then the yacht, sound properStraight cash get got, bloodhoundstryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alrightWhile I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall lightYou hate when it's a ball right?Ladies this ain't handballNigga hit these walls right before I call MikeIn the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easyHope you have my shit tight when I open my eyesWhile I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' padI left some money on the dresser, find you a cabNo more, sharin I pain, sharin I madeIt's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our gamePut it in high gear, flip the eye wearNas Ruled the World but now it's my yearAnd from, here on I solemnly swearTo 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 breathsLadies take this over, I be Fox so peep thisLove thyself with no one above theeCause ain't nobody gon' love me like meIf he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike LeeBye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)Hit the roadMami told me in order to, find a Princeyou gotta kiss some toads
Chorus
