Foxy Brown - Big Bad Mama Lyrics
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 whit pearl six 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' ***** me like me, it's on Chorus 2X [Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s
