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