`Bout My Paper Foxy Brown

[Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

We're On Fire (Feat. Mavado) Foxy Brown

t change, I been the same bitch before rap The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat But my titties been crazy baby You ain?

BWA (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mia x, Gangsta Boo) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Ughh, let me show ya how it go down When you get three of the illest bitches Together on one track And we all got attitudes 1 - I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin'

Get Me Home (Album Version (Edited)) (Feat. Blackstreet) Foxy Brown

ear like, Boo let's bounce now I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you When it's all said and done I got plans for you He said gotta get you home tonight Oooooh baby gotta get you home with me Gotta

B.K Anthem Foxy Brown

[Chorus: Foxy Brown] Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

Get Me Home Foxy Brown

I don't like the notes too well Let's be more presice Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow Whisper in my ear like boo let's bounce now...

Get Me Home (Feat. Blackstreet) Foxy Brown

I don't like the notes too well Let's be more presice Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow Whisper in my ear like boo let's bounce now...

Ride (Down South) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Juvenile, Eightball, MJG) Foxy Brown

rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper

Hood Scriptures Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown] HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written Hard spittin', cigar splittin' PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures Critical bitch must, flow

Stop (Feat. Foxy Brown) R. Kelly, JAY-Z

Kelly] Grab a bottle, get two models Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow I'm about to show you, how wild it gets That nigga Hov', is the craziest Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six With a bottle

Cangsta Boogie Foxy Brown

La La La La La It's the motherfucking B-R-O-W-N Whoa Slow your roll niggas It's about to go down my niggas I'm outta control still Bubble slow and Low in the rov and Spit stick flow I'm a problem

Tramp Foxy Brown

(Tramp, tramp, tramp) T-R-A-M-P, get the fuck away from me Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks Put ya뭠l in emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb Don't

Tramp (Explicit Version) Foxy Brown

(Tramp, tramp, tramp) T-R-A-M-P, get the fuck away from me Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks Put ya뭠l in emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb Don't even know

If I... Foxy Brown

chicks i lent shoes, says "she's actin' funny now, oh she got money now" Tryin' to do my thing, ya'll, need you on my team, but you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream, i likes things better

Can You Feel Me Baby (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Pretty Boy) Foxy Brown

My peoples is watching you watching me Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly But if I take it to ya face ya 'gon cop a plea I know it but it's cool

730 Foxy Brown

You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain?

My Life (Cradle 2 The Grave) (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

on earth Playin'' out my role I was given since birth, receptin'' it well Go hard at them critics, they expect me to fail Work hard for my fans, they expect me to sell They suspect I''m livin'

Star Cry Foxy Brown

said I will not cower, I will not conform I've been through this rap shit too long And everybody wanna know 'bout Fox Bet I'm the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop And please don't shed me

Foxy's Bells Foxy Brown

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 uhh rock bells ill The Firm c'mon ride along baby Whattup

Tables Wil Turn Foxy Brown

[-Intro] Foxy Brown (Baby Cham) Ugh, Ehh, Uh! (What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! Fox Brown, Baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT!

So Hot Foxy Brown

[Intro - Foxy Brown] Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me [Foxy Brown over Intro] Oooh, Nana -

When The Lights Go Out (Feat. Kira) Foxy Brown

[VERSE 1:] My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Do the fuckin thing like a porno star Me and my girls real hard in the Bentley Arnage In a whife line skirt and chinchilla fur My

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) Foxy Brown

out the van [Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out Sieze him with the cleavage I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. JAY-Z) Foxy Brown

hop out the van [Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out Sieze him with the cleavage I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout

The Promise (Feat. Havoc) Foxy Brown

[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] Some Don shit Foxy get ready to [both] bomb shit [Foxy

I Can`t Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

I Can't (Feat. Total) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

The Birth Of Foxy Brown (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right And the last you seen was his car break lights He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl Don't get up off it 'till he move you

My Life Foxy Brown

[Intro] (Nigga, uh) Yeah, huh (nigga uh) Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?

The Letter Foxy Brown

[Ron Isley] *shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low* *listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote* This is a letter From Inga To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby [Foxy

Na Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

Neno, I said it, Fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness Chicks love to gossip Catch me in my crop [shit] like I spit flames Na Na What's my name, Na Na

Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown] I flows sicker like, tote quicker like Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like I spit flame bitch fuck's my name?

Broken Silence Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown speaking] The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Run Yo S*** Foxy Brown

We got your back Fox Fuck these bullshit niggas These bullshit bitches (They GI Joe figgas) They don't really want beef, STRAIGHT UP Ugh Fox Brown shit, CNN shit That Brooklyn shit, that Queens

Ill Nana Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

Ill Na Na (Feat. Method Man) Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

Saddest Day Foxy Brown

[Foxy] This one, is dedicated, to you [Wayne Wonder] Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder..

Candy Foxy Brown

[Kelis] I taste just like candy, candy I taste just like candy So dance with me [Foxy] Yo now let me paint y'all a whisper Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper Don't get it mixed up Bad little

Fallin' Foxy Brown

[Young Gavin] Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy [Foxy] Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick High school, got signed wrote

Oh Yeah Foxy Brown

chicks and the Gucci loafers girl When they say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty What you thought Ill be dancing around in suite's like I'm Diddy Let 'em know how we run this city Respect my

Run Dem Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Whoa [Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem [Foxy Brown] Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't

Fox Boogie (Feat. Kid Capri) Foxy Brown

We up in here chillin this is the Kiiiiiid Capri And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown For the nine pound plus one And we got things goin on in a big way in here YouknowhatI'msayin?

Dog & A Fox (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. DMX) Foxy Brown

[DMX] Uhhhh uhhhhhh 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 to my wife You think I give a fuck like

The Chase Foxy Brown

niggaz Nigga nature uh yeah Jumped out the ride floss high black tie Cocoa to lye three guys slanted eyes I shoulda tried sweet thugs stay dove Up in the Land crash bar ill beam They threw this CREAM my

Job Foxy Brown

[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants

Job (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mya) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all

Baller Bitch (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Pretty Boy, Too Short) Foxy Brown

[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 All over, worldwide Shake them thighs for them

Paper Chase Jay-Z

[Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh, uh-huh Uhh (paper chase) Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down (gotta get that paper y'all) That's right, uhh (Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper

Big Bad Mama (Radio Edit) Dru Hill

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 Verse One: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh

Baby Mother (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

Foxy - Hello? Girl - (whispering) Bitch Foxy - Ey yo, who is this? Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone Foxy - What?