Foxy Brown - Oh Yeah Lyrics
Im the most critically acclaimed, rap ***** in the gameCoast to coast, stash the gat in holster girlDark skinned, christian dior poster girlMo rockin timbs ***** and the gucci loafers girlNiggaz say Im too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty***** yall thought? be dancin around in suits like Im {diddy}Pretty, show niggaz how we run this cityRespect my name, boogie nigga, stay in ya laneLike the hurricane, rains on *****es like sugar shaneAnd dare one of yall rappin chicks to mention fox nameWhats beef? beef is when *****es think its sweetSee yall frontin in the streets and let my gat meet yaOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youCheck, uhhIts like Im in my own *****in world, I speak how I feelSometimes I feel like Im just too *****in realI love to stack riches, no disrespect yallI respect the rap game, but I dont ***** with rap *****esIm speakin from my heartIts not that Im too good, Im just hoodBeen like this from the *****in startSince I bust my gun in ninety-sixYall never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks*****es smile up in your face, turn around and pop shitYou a industry *****, Im a in the streets *****I might breeze through prada, chloe or tiffsBut, other than that its just me and my sixOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youI dream filthyMy moms and pops mixed it with the trini rum and whiskeyUhh, proper set offSix sped off, gats let off, I speak calmGangsta, and pours off like screechie don, bwoyWho yall know rock prada like foxPop bottles in the back of the cellar with donatellaCartier wrist wear, pasha kay faceGot niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak tasteAct like yall dont know I keeps gat beneath waistAnd like a hundred thou each crib in each safeWhen fox come through she have a gun in the placeIm like marion jones, what, who the fluck wan race?Listen, never trippin, never catch brown slippin*****, yall only nice around mics like pippenShit, to all my thugs thats bloodn or cripnIm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin niggaOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for youOh yea, we coming for you
