Foxy Brown - The Original Lyrics
Me da orignial ras cludaJean Paul Claude!(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)Jusy give me some room!(Stinkin gwal!)Make ya momma sing!My guns, my funds keep both in eyes rangePut holes in foes who believe that I changeHot slugs in thugs who pose and act toughSo quick to get kidnapped and smacked upMy ways amazedAll those opposingI'm grown, I own extensive clothingGo shopping, go cope five pairs of HoagingsThe five elite bet Fox is chosingCan't beat her clone herKnow some *****es who boasting like WinolaYa'll know Fox is a riderBut if needed put six shots inside herLeave her dead in the basementGet a replacementGot reason to fear FoxScare rap *****es half to deathTo knees shake and tears dropJump in car when I hear copsOne girl, me against the worldHow can you not compare Pac?Me da orignial ras cludaJean Paul Claude!(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)Jusy give me some room!(Bloodclots)Make ya momma sing!F-O, X-YYou know the kids rawThe streets it self is what I live forMy "Reign" remain, some hoes I'm fadingThe flow you know is most amazingMy slanted eyes, I'll never trade inTrini in me and mixed wit AsainSee I know how fe-el to start brokeI'm hood, I could still roll thru Park SlopeIt's the music that you hear on blocksMy raps got through ya blood like a herion shotJeah!I got these rap dudes switching sidesI'm the gutterest, goodiest ***** alive andFox 5, believe my team worksI'ma silent partnerCall me Kareem BurksI'ma spit long as you find me alongThe Firm *****!First chick to true Bonnie & Clyde, *****Me da orignial ras cludaJean Paul Claude!(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)Jusy give me some room!(Bloodclots)Make ya momma sing!(Hey, hey! Girnd dem *****!)Check it, check itIf dem not readyFoxy move bot'cha bloodclotsMy accent flows, ya'll know my shit rocksOrignial true bad gal of hip-hopDEM NOT READY!G'wan no my shit knocksYa'll have reason to fear FoxScare rap *****es half the deathTill knees shake and tears dropJump in the car when I hear copsOne girl, me against the worldHow can you hate the Brown Fox?Me da orignial ras cludaJean Paul Claude!(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)Jusy give me some room!(Bloodclots)Make ya momma sing!
