Foxy Brown lyrics
Foxy Brown lyrics
"Na Na Be Like lyrics"
Dear Uncle Creepy lyrics
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears Some of the crap that's out these days Is such a bore to me! Dear Uncle Creepy The shit they call "horror" in the comic store Nobody's got that style anymore! Pre-code classics provide the chills This high-tech bullshit never will! As far
Trini.. yeah yes, Pretty BoyDear Uncle Creepy, it's been years Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears Some of the crap that's out these days Is such a bore to me! Dear Uncle Creepy The shit they call "horror" in the comic store Nobody's got that style anymore! Pre-code classics provide the chills This high-tech bullshit never will! As far
(99 Def Jam) I said it
Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa
I'ma stay poppin shit
Anybody want it? Come see me, what?
Fame.. yagga..
[Foxy Brown]
I flows sicker like, tote quicker like
Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit
Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like
I spit flame bitch fuck's my name? Na Na
Like, I'm the bitch Prada wan' pitch
Rude gal, back court, big gun
Big tings a'gwan like, I'm undisputed
Now y'all got to bow when you see me, fuck's my name? Na Na
Like, I'm the bitch pushin big 6
Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like
See my clique, ride big dick like
Swiss
Whenever She Comes Around lyrics
He turns his light out He turns his eiderdown She's in his bath robe He's in her dressing gown And he feels down Whenever she comes around Like the big movies Like a big coloured clown (?) He's looking dead good She looks him up and frowns And he feels down Whenever she comes around Oh he fe
hole y'know? Handcuff shit likeHe turns his light out He turns his eiderdown She's in his bath robe He's in her dressing gown And he feels down Whenever she comes around Like the big movies Like a big coloured clown (?) He's looking dead good She looks him up and frowns And he feels down Whenever she comes around Oh he fe
Supreme bitch, y'all broads is ancient
I'll bank your whole shit, top draft pick like
I'm the Prince Nasheem of this shit
Come test me; and leave with your vest swiss cheese like
[Chorus]
(Na Na be like) Flawless ice shit
Sassy-ass chick, I started this shit
(Na Na be like) Big bone gal
Whoa, light-er, come smoke the skunk ya
(Na Na be like) Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na Na be like) Runnin this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa
[Foxy Brown]
My wrist thick, light gray shit
Call me, Sunsplasha, Don all wetn
Soul Chaser lyrics
If I could right those wrongs I did you Tell me would it be like this Sometimes this is all I think of I don't have the strenght to miss This ain't about the words that's fallen Not another way to let go You'll know - so tell me Who's ganna take you back again Who's gonna show you ever
ss, whoaIf I could right those wrongs I did you Tell me would it be like this Sometimes this is all I think of I don't have the strenght to miss This ain't about the words that's fallen Not another way to let go You'll know - so tell me Who's ganna take you back again Who's gonna show you ever
I switched up, put the 6 up
E'rybody want chop 6, rock bald wrists, whoa
I've done this, spit hotness
Na Na tote big fifth; fuck's my name? Na Na, whoa
And my pussy niggaz wan' lick
And my big tits son a wan' come kiss
I'm me, all no see when I want rudeness
And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit, whoa
I might care, but I won't go there
I might rock this, but I wan' come stick, whoa
I'm the chick that'll drop my shit
'fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa
It's my life and I wan' live like
ah art gyal dis and I wan' sound like, whoa
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
Bitches wan' test my aim; I spray s
Peace Thru Power lyrics
A lonely teenage daydream Of things that I might have been A surreal kind of thinking Keeps drifting in on me The Remington Electric I'm banging on its keys The words appear before me Their meaning's guaranteed A foreboding gloom upon us Of death ribbons and bows A gift to our generation from the men who
ck like lunaticA lonely teenage daydream Of things that I might have been A surreal kind of thinking Keeps drifting in on me The Remington Electric I'm banging on its keys The words appear before me Their meaning's guaranteed A foreboding gloom upon us Of death ribbons and bows A gift to our generation from the men who
Shit better keep pushin your shit back
Ya nah threat me, oh you wanna try Nani?
Beer gun shot, I need a Punani-dani
Woof, (??) yagga ya suck ya (?) mouf
Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf gal
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Na Na talk greasy what?
Eh-eh, eh-eh, an' who de ras wan' see me
Eh-eh, eh-eh, my diamonds is "Blue Streak"
Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Ruger in Chanel purse
You think you're nice bitch, spit behind my verse
Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh
So bow down bitch, fuck's my name?
Na Na, wha wha? Na Na, wha wha?
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, yagga yagga yo, whoa
[Chorus - repeat 2X]