Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na Lyrics
Intro: method manOne time...Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when i...Johnny blaze, the iron lungFoxy brown, the ill na na (yeah, cmon, yeah, cmon)Destination... (cmon, cmon) platVerse one: foxy brownYo na na so ill, first week outShipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked outShes all about sex, pard-on, check your factsAnd the track record, Im all about plaquesShakin my ass half *****, lovin this lifeWaitin for kim album to drop, knowin its tightStandin center stage, closin the show holdin a gatSince you opened up, I know youre hopin its wackNiggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylinMaybe Ill answer back when you reach a hundred thousandThis is ladies night, and the mercedess tightWhen Im coming home? maybe tonightLeave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnightIts my time to shine its playtime tonightIma try to stand my ground, know when I fallI left your ass home alone, hopin I callChorus: method manWhos got the illest ***** on the planet?Sugar walls comin down niggaz cant stand it, the ill na naTrue absolut vodka, straight shotsFor the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dollaReal and it dont stop, we movin upFirst the mansion then the yacht, sound properStraight cash get got, bloodhoundsTryin to hunt down the brown fox, the ill na naVerse two: foxy brownNo more sexin me all night, thinkin its alrightWhile Im lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall lightYou hate when its a ball right? ladies this aint handballNigga hit these walls right before I call mikeIn the morning when its all bright, eggs over easyHope you have my shit tight when I open my eyesWhile Im eatin gettin dressed up, this aint yo padI left some money on the dresser, find you a cabNo more, sharin I pain, sharin I madeIts time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our gamePut it in high gear, flip the eye wearNas ruled the world but now its my yearAnd from, here on I solemnly swearTo hold my own like pee wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)Yeah I dont need a mans 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...Cmon cmon... yah, its the ill na naVerse three: foxy brownNo more waitin to exhale, we takin deep breathsLadies take this over, I be fox so peep thisLove thyself with no one above theeCause aint nobody gon love me like meIf he, dont do the right thing like spike leeBye bye wifey make him lose his nikes (uh uh, yeah)Hit the roadMami told me in order to, find a princeYou gotta kiss some toadsChorus
