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FOXY BROWN lyrics : "Ill Na Na"

[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, ^!$$%z freaked out

She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my $$# 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

^!$$%z, 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 $$# Home Alone, hopin I call


[Chorus: Method Man]

Who's got the illest #[email protected] on the planet?

Sugar walls comin down ^!$$%z 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
^!$$% hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy

Hope you have my %#@! 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 ^!$$%z, 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]

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