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Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na
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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, cmon, yeah, cmon) Destination... (cmon, cmon) plat Verse one: foxy brown Yo na na so ill, first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out Shes all about sex, pard-on, check your facts And the track record, Im all about plaques Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life Waitin for kim album to drop, knowin its tight Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat Since you opened up, I know youre hopin its wack Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin Maybe Ill answer back when you reach a hundred thousand This is ladies night, and the mercedess tight When Im coming home? maybe tonight Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight Its my time to shine its playtime tonight Ima try to stand my ground, know when I fall I left your ass home alone, hopin I call Chorus: method man Whos got the illest pussy on the planet? Sugar walls comin down niggaz cant stand it, the ill na na True absolut vodka, straight shots For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla Real and it dont 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 its alright While Im lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light You hate when its a ball right? ladies this aint handball Nigga hit these walls right before I call mike In the morning when its all bright, eggs over easy Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes While Im eatin gettin dressed up, this aint yo pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made Its time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear Nas ruled the world but now its my year And from, here on I solemnly swear To hold my own like pee wee in a movie theater (uh-huh) Yeah I dont need a mans 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... Cmon cmon... yah, its 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 aint nobody gon love me like me If he, dont do the right thing like spike lee Bye bye wifey make him lose his nikes (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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