More Lyrics (Ill Na Na)I'll Be featuring Jay-ZThat's right, that's right How we do, yeah, ill nana uh huh...uh Come on... FOXY: What up pop, brace yourself as i ride on top Close your eyes as you ride,right out your socks Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty-girl dont pass me the world, i push to be not the back-seat girl Don't deep throat shit she floats, murder she wrote,and keeps the heat close Firm nigga,we 'posed to be the illest on 3 coasts,Familie, bigga than Icos Ya, Danny DeVito,small nigga, penny-throathed that's all niggas No shark in this year raise it bigger, 15 percent make the whole world sit up and take notice,nana take over, ya'll take hold,it's through papa CHORUS:(Jay-Z) Uh, straight out the gate ya'll,we drop hits,tell me,how nasty can you get All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods,its ripped One thing's for sure, I'll Be There...(repeat) FOXY: I'm too live, nasty as i wanna be JAY-Z: Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me Before i take you there and tear your back out FOXY: that shit aint happened since the mack was out I'm rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, 90's style, you finest style Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit Put me on a basin, throw ya face in it, Fuck-a Nana, ya'll can't touch-a, my sex drive all night like a trucker Let alone the skills i posess, and ya'll gon' see by these mil's i posess never settle for less, i'm in excess, not inexpensive DVS to the 2, thats just the way i'm built,nasty..what, classy, still CHORUS JAY-Z: Well you can ho what i got, roll wit the rock Fella cap-o in the candy apple drop Will tears fall to your ears if i dont stop, Can ya throw it like a quarter-back,third in the lot? FOXY: Dig me,now get your lot like Biggie, like Irv in the spot,word middie The cop 'n biddie...i'm the bomdigi, punana, sexy brown thing,uh, maddonya Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses i aint playin' knockin' out at the Williams im seein', so what's the sense in delayin' I'm tryin to run G from the p.m to the a.m, i saw your little thing now im swayin',OK'in CHORUS
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Big Bad Mama featuring Dru Hill
[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] |
Ill Na Na featuring Method Man
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 |
Get Me Home featuring BLACKStreet
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
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