Foxy Brown - Tables Will Turn Lyrics
[-intro] foxy brown (baby cham)Ugh, ehh, uh!(what, what!) (whats bumpin, baby cham, fox brown) uh!Fox brown, baby chamUgh, kingston, brooklyn, what! dave kelly, cant stop this, we did it againWhat? ! what? ! uh!Hy-yah!(foxy brown)How many times I gotta let yall *****es know im,Why, so many *****es wanna take my flow im,Too hot, too dope, flow like that pink cris and momosaWho the ***** dope-ah? (ehh!)Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and,Me and cham do that yard-hip hop and,Yall cant ***** with us, we keep niggas boppin (let em know now)(baby cham)Tell em ah woman wi a defendLove to see di charlies in the benzs or bmsOur life, ya livin rightGet them benjamins, aight? let them know a money we a defend (holla at us now)I let dem know already and Im tellin dem againYou are on another level, fox brown ah set the trend (we on another level)Heads boppin and, collars poppin and, prada rockin to the end (can ya feelMe? )Breaker, breakerCall di under take-ah, niggas wan be dyyyy-in, and I am no fake-ahSend dem niggas cryyyy-in back to their makerMudda*****as tryyyy-in to be a shake-ahYa didnt know they shouldnt mess wit people from jamaicaBaby cham and foxy brown, a we take the cake-ahDrop a bomb on them, now its like a earthquake-ahSee, the fassys movin like a snake-ah (you heard me? )[-chorus-]Ah whatta day when the tables will turnWhatta day when the tables will turn,Ah whatta day when the tables will turnWhatta day when the tables will turn, (wey eh)Whatta day when the tables will turnWhatta day when the tables will turn, (yo)Whatta day when the tables will turnWhatta, day when the tables will turn,(foxy brown)Throw ya hands up, whyle the ***** outRawer than a key, key, buss the screechy (eh!)Zip it up, uh, zip it up, zip it up, zip it up, hy-yah!Grab a cup ah stouse and, show em watch yall boutYall cant deny us, we dare yall to try usThe best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to itAnd hit the dancefloor, what the ***** yall came for?Hot shit, ill na na, madhouse, lock this shit downNigga what, we dont get a *****Big ***** like sopranos, young fox ride big ***** my niggaAh puppa lick pon dat, ehh[-repeat hook then baby chams verse until fade-]
