Lirik Lagu Oh Yeah - Foxy Brown
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[Verse One]I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the gameCoast to coast, stash the gat in holster girlDark skinned, Christian Dior poster girlMo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girlNiggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this grittyFuck y'all thought?Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}Pretty, show niggaz how we run this cityRespect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya laneLike The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar ShaneAnd dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name"What's Beef?"Beef is when bitches think it's sweetSee y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
1-Oh yea, We coming for you(6 x's)
[Verse Two]Check, uhhIt's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feelSometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin realI love to stack riches, no disrespect y'allI respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitchesI'm speakin from my heartIt's not that I'm too good, I'm just hoodBeen like this from the fuckin startSince I bust my gun in ninety-sixY'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicksBitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shitYou a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitchI might breeze through Prada, Chloe or TiffsBut, other than that it's just me and my six
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[Verse Three]I dream filthyMy moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskeyUhh, proper set offSix sped off, gats let off, I speak calmGangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoyWho y'all know rock Prada like FoxPop bottles in the back of the cellar with DonatellaCartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay faceGot niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak tasteAct like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waistAnd like a hundred thou' each crib in each safeWhen Fox come through she have a gun in the placeI'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippinFuck, y'all only nice around mics like PippenShit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'nI'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
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1-Oh yea, We coming for you(6 x's)
[Verse Two]Check, uhhIt's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feelSometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin realI love to stack riches, no disrespect y'allI respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitchesI'm speakin from my heartIt's not that I'm too good, I'm just hoodBeen like this from the fuckin startSince I bust my gun in ninety-sixY'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicksBitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shitYou a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitchI might breeze through Prada, Chloe or TiffsBut, other than that it's just me and my six
repeat 1
[Verse Three]I dream filthyMy moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskeyUhh, proper set offSix sped off, gats let off, I speak calmGangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoyWho y'all know rock Prada like FoxPop bottles in the back of the cellar with DonatellaCartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay faceGot niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak tasteAct like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waistAnd like a hundred thou' each crib in each safeWhen Fox come through she have a gun in the placeI'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippinFuck, y'all only nice around mics like PippenShit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'nI'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
repeat 1
