Tytuł: Ill na na

• Wykonawca: Foxy Brown
• Wyświetleń: 296

  
   Intro: Method Man
  
  One time...
  Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
  Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
  Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
  Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'
  
  Verse One: Foxy Brown
  
  Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
  Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
  She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
  and the track record, I'm all about plaques
  Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
  Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
  Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
  Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
  Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
  Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
  This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
  When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
  Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
  It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
  I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
  I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call
  
  Chorus: Method Man
  
  Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
  Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
  True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
  for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
  Real and it don't stop, we movin up
  First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
  Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
  tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
  
  Verse Two: Foxy Brown
  
  No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright
  While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
  You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
  Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
  In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
  Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
  While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
  I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
  No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
  It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
  Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
  Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year
  And from, here on I solemnly swear
  To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
  Yeah I don't need a man's 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...
  C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na
  
  Verse Three: Foxy Brown
  
  No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
  Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
  Love thyself with no one above thee
  Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
  If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
  Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
  Hit the road
  Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
  you gotta kiss some toads
  
  Chorus