Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin
challange get it brought to for every angle This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker [foxy brown
my fifth on my side baby And I'mma take you on some trips to the sky baby And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby) [Foxy Brown] If it ain't my
case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist A hundred in the clit' blastin' What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo? Alias Chyna
money? The spot on Bay bridge, y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game, no love, no love Chyna white Chyna white Chyna
You know, Boogie Brown How you expect me to love you? Nigga I can't even trust you So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right
Let's do it, we're startin' Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh uh Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe
Would you die for me? [J] I hang high from a tree [F] They ain't ready for us, nigga [J] Obviously [F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me [Foxy] I protect
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz, takin' they loot Quickly
Where the real one's at, bitch? Oh, you know how we feel About all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown
Hello? Hello? Bitch Ey yo, who is this? You ain't know me but I know you This is fuckin' Baby Mother Put yo man on the phone What? Bitch, you heard
Hmm uuh ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So
Uhh Guess who's back uhh Yeah, uhh Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it'
wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid (Uhh) He don't know that I stick a move Get him right for that Chyna
Nigga the, ready to carry nigga? Tighter ass Yea, hunh you like tighter Oh yea Oh ya bustin' that hole Hole, hole, hole Bustin' that your motherfuckin
[Pretty Boy] Yo Fox and $hort, yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill [Foxy] This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
