Foxy Brown - If I... Lyrics
Uhh, cmon yeah *laughter*Brooklyn, brook-lyn, take it back, take it backIf i... fox boogie, ragtop six dropGet caught, think not, light brownCause were not to be stoppedIf i...I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap gameWhat the damn shes killin it again from that dameNow every snake fake-faced o jigIm like, just dont sell me the bridge, I buy lakesFriends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewelsSays, shes actin funny now, oh shes got money nowTryin to do my thing yall, need you on my teamBut you aint gon stop my dream, or block my creamI liked things better when you called me ingsA year before rap city, way before screen scenefore they knew who foxy was, you probably wasThe first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealedThings got ill the minute I got a dealAnd my time got shorter and you was havin a daughterHad to stop hopscotch, get off iranDamn I wish we were still playin jumpChorus: repeat 2xIf I could take this back I wouldIf I could rewind the time to when it was all goodI would, take it back to when we said good-byeIf i...My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tourThought hed never get caught tryin to play on whoresI cried as my keys was scrapin the car doorsFrom the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floorExposed my vulnerable side, had me open wideSaid you forever keep it real, but you liedWas the first to feel inside, the ill na naHad me thirst when you whispered to me, how it feel mama?Yeah, but dont hurt it, I like the way you work itNo diggity, dont stop get busyBlew up your pager, checked your clothesDuked your house keys, stole your beeper codeWhat happened to the mos and the occasional rosesMassages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes asI realize you was just misleadin meI shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with meChorusMommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot aheadYou never heard, preferred to smoke your lye insteadOn the one to one combo told me youd die for breadThats why I spend these nights, cryin in the bedYou had the deep dish six, your rep was widespreadI tried to intervene you said it was over my headSaid Id never understand the plight of a black manRight, but Im tryin to keep you in my lifeV.i.a. satellite, talkin them burn outsSoon you had me whylin and you turned me outTaught me bout how to win, the code of the streetsLuxuries and wealth untold it was sweetAnd one night you asleep after work was chopped upFelt somethin strange in my veins, I popped upOne foot in the house shoot flew to the hornGot the cell operator, I knew you was goneChorus 1.5x
