More Lyrics (Ill Na Na)

[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters My boo [Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy [Fox] Right [Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na [Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit Verse One: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh) And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know) And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww! So far, came through this year with no bra Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee for the best effect you got to use your tongue Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk? Shake that ass like you just don't care Cause y'all just rookies to begin, what? Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga Chick in a, off white pearl sticks on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 It's on Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations) She's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be) Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be) Verse Two: Foxy Brown Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh) Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh) Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented That's why I got no time for hoes It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks See me just, play the low pro Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch! Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me I'm like one point five, got to make it three My name will forever ring Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah for the paper rip a hot draft Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on Chorus Verse Three: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh) Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh) Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga Like Aaliyah, One in a Million There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits Member when I told y'all first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out Love yourself, put no one above thee Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on Chorus 2X [Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]

Intro: Method Man One time........ Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque. Foxy Brown: Yo Na Na so ill, first week out, shut the house and let niggaz freak out, she all about sex, part on, check your fax, on a track record I'm all about black shit getting my ass half naked, loving this life we can camp out and drive, you know its tight, send us to the stage and closing the show holding a gat, since your opening it up I know your hoping us wack, niggaz screaming my name on record straight balling, baby I'll be back when you reach a hundred thousand, this is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight, when I'm coming home? Maybe tonight, be my boo, I them kissing the baby goodnight, Its my time to shine its playtime tonight, I'm trying to stand on my ground knowing if that I fall leaving your ass alone, hoping that I call. Chorus 1x Method Man: Who's got the illest pussy on the planet? Watch the walls coming down make you cant stand it, the ill na na, true as a blue Vodka, straight shots has been have not dollah dollah, vanilla on the dumb shots, we moving up from the mansion in the yat you got a problem? straight gas hit, one ounce hunt down the brown fox the ill na na Foxy Brown: No more sexing me all night, thinking its alright, while looking over your shoulder watching the whole night, you hate when its the phone right? ladies this isn't hand ball, niggaz help these balls before I call Mike in the morning when its bright light eggs over easy, you hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes when I'm eating getting your ass up, this aint your pad, I left some money on the dresser find you a cab, no more, shiffier my pain, shiffier I made, its time to out slick niggaz, ladies share my game, put it in high gear fuck the ear wear, Nas ruled the world and now its my year, Islam here on Nas sweared hold on my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater, yeah I don't need a mans wealth, but I can do bad on my dam self. Chorus 1x Method: uh, vodka, not not not, dollah dollah, stop stop stop, the ill na na Foxy Brown: It no more waiting to exhale we taking deep breath's, ladies take this over, Nas peep this, love thy self with no one to bug me, cause no one going to love me like me, dont do the right thing like Spike Lee, Make my wife and make him write rhymes like these, hit the road mommy told me ignore her and find a prince and kiss and told. Chorus 1x

Intro/Chorus: BlackStreet Ooh, baby. I gotta get you home with me tonight. Ooh, baby. I gotta get you home with me tonight. Verse One: Hold up Let's take it from the top I fox When I gets my swerve I floss pure rocks In the six drop boo and it don't stop See his money lookin all right, yeah what up bop Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin' em back Flirt in cause I digs you like that Peep baby boy style Hopin' we match You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached Said you look like the type That no one should like I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice Plus you wear the suits well....the suits flow nice... I don't like the notes too well Let's be more presice Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow Whisper in my ear like boo let's bounce now... I'm about to say peace to my man's for you When it's all said and done I got plans for you He said CHORUS Verse Two: At the bar high post......frontin' eye close.... Gettin' my flirt on playa, ain't nuthin You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here Jackpot, what he said is bullshit in here And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace... Mind tellin' me no Body tellin' me exit Breast said yes, give me more wet kisses Twist my body like the excorsist The way he licked his lips he was mackin' to tha passion... I'm like, slow down before you crashin' Never mind him, he ain't thinkin bout you Or the way that you sex on a villa up in malibu Marry who? Daddy please I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys So let me see Boo I'm bout to dips my man for you... When it's all said and done I got plans for you He said CHORUS Verse Three: Grabbed me by the hand and led the way Outside of the club parkin' the valet Mind started to stray Million miles away Contemplating going back to his crib to par-lay Jumped in the passenger seat Relaxed my feet As he threw on BlackSteet casually And we cruised the metro On premium petro I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go Tatas pokin' your makin' me high (tatas - hard nipples) Like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot I thought for a second and then my mind went Sex all around the car, Isn't it ironic? Back to reality, the soul in soul Breathin' heavily but still in control Once a shy girl roll put my hand on his leg..... With sex in his eyes he turned and then he said CHORUS
If I... Yeah, Brooklyn...Brooklawn If i...If i... I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game wit a damn she's killin' again from that dame Now every snake fake-faced O-jig, i'm like, just don't sell me the bridge,i buy lakes Friends,even?? chicks i lent shoes, says "she's actin' funny now, oh she got money now" Tryin' to do my thing, ya'll, need you on my team, but you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream, i likes things better when you called me -ings, a year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene, before they knew who Foxy was, you probably was, the first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed, Things got ill the minute i got a deal, and my time got shorter and you was havin' a daughter, had to stop hop scotch, get up and run, damn, i wish we were still playin jump CHORUS: If i could take this back i would, if i could rewind the time to when it was all good i would,take it back to when we said good-bye,if i... My so-called man thinkin' he slick cuz i stay on tall, thought he'd never get caught tryin' to play on whores, i cried as my keys were scrapin the car doors, from the trunk, to the hood, ? wheel and the floor, exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide, thought you'd forever keep it real,but you lied, was the first to feel inside, the ill nana had me thirst when you whispered to me" how it feel mama?" yeah,but dont hurt it, i like the way you work it, no diggity,dont stopmget busy, blew up your pager, checked your clothes, duked your house keys, stole your beeper code, what happened to the mo' and the occasional roses, massages and the bubble bath, rubbin' my toes as,i realize you was just misleadin' me, i shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me CHORUS Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead, you never heard, preferred to smoke and lie instead, on the 1 on 1, combo told me you'd die for bread, thats why i spend these nights, cryin in the bed, ya had the deep dish 6,you said it's over my head, said i'd never understand the plight of a black man, right, but im tryin to keep you in my life, V.I.A satellite, talkin to burn outs, soon you had me wallin and you turned me out, told me bout how to win the code of the streets, luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet, and one night you asleep after work was chopped up, felt somehtin' strange in my veins, i popped up, one foot in the house shoot,flew to the hall, got the cel operator, i knew you was gone... CHORUS
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