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
? [Foxy] Yeah, two for Brown [waiter] Right this way [man] Reservations? [Foxy] Ahahahah [piano keys, crowd background] [Foxy] Baby [man] Yo whattup? [Foxy
[Jay-Z] That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on... [Foxy] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close
all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh? Seperate the classiest from the nastiest bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
way in here YouknowhatI'msayin? So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved in what's about to happen, yo drop that Foxy [Foxy Brown] I'
[Barry White impersonator] Oh yeah, Foxy, one more thing And you can tell em Panama Slim said it Them other bitches are tryin to piss that out And they
stray, high stake Boo Ill booth how we do, Boogie top gun Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dunn A-filliation, caramel brown Ill style complexion
Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B [chorus] [Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back [both] constant [Foxy
Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell Battle anybody I don't care if you tell I excel, they all fell Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells C'mon
Översättning: Foxy Brown. Jag ska (feat. Jay-Z).
Översättning: Foxy Brown. Jag ska.