| Foxy Brown lyrics
Ill Na Na lyrics
Ill Na Na
f/ Method Man
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, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'
Verse One: Foxy Brown
Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I 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 Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't 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 it's alright
While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To 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 breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
you gotta kiss some toads
Chorus
Other Foxy Brown lyrics:
Broken Silence - Intro lyrics
Fallin' lyrics
Oh Yeah lyrics
B.K. Anthem lyrics
The Letter lyrics
7:30 lyrics
Candy lyrics
Tables Will Turn lyrics
Hood Scriptures lyrics
Run Dem lyrics
'Bout My Paper lyrics
Run Yo Shit lyrics
Gangsta Boogie lyrics
I Don't Care lyrics
So Hot (Remix) lyrics
Saddest Day lyrics
Bout My Paper lyrics
Burning Down The House lyrics
La Familia lyrics
Big Bad Mamma lyrics
Na Na Be Like lyrics
It's Hard Being Wifee lyrics
Tramp lyrics
Baller Bitch lyrics
Can You Feel Me Baby lyrics
Ride (Down South) lyrics
4-5-6 lyrics
Bonnie Clyde Part II lyrics
I Can't lyrics
JOB lyrics
Dog A Fox lyrics
Hot Spot lyrics
My Life lyrics
Chyna Whyte lyrics
Outro lyrics
I'll Be lyrics
Fox Boogie lyrics
No One's lyrics
The Chase lyrics
If I... lyrics
Interlude... The Set Up lyrics
The Promise lyrics
Get Me Home lyrics
Foxy's Bells lyrics
Letter To The Firm (Holy Matrimony) lyrics
Intro... Chicken Coop lyrics
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