Big Bad Mamma (In the Style of Foxy Brown and Dru Hill) [Def Jam's How to Be Player] [Karaoke Version]

歌詞

[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters My boo [Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy [Fox] Right [Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na [Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit [Foxy Brown] Playa haters every minute want to stop my dough (uh-huh) And every other minute want to rock my flow (you know) And every third minute, y'all want to swerve in it Come quick like a virgin in it... aowww! So far, came through this year with no bra Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee For the best effect you got to use your tongue Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk? Shake that ass like you just don't care 'Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what? Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga Chick in the, off-white pearl six On the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 It's on [Chorus: Dru Hill] She's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be) Hey, she's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be) [Foxy Brown] Player haters every minute want to see your clothes (uh-huh) Then every other minute want to know what you drove (uhhh) Then every third minute, want to know if the fur's rented That's why I got no time for hoes It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks See me just, play the low pro Got these rap chicks in a choke hold, biatch! Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me I'm like one point five, got to make it three My name will forever ring Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on everything, hell yeah For the paper rip a hot draft Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here I'll be down when you're goin broke, I'll Na Na Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] Playa haters every minute want to shit on wax (uh-huh) Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh) Then every third minute want to rock you Venice and Bourbon Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel A H-Class ho with the H. Findel Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga Like Aaliyah, One in a Million There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin Like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits Member when I told y'all first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out Love yourself, put no one above thee 'Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on [Chorus x2]