Cruel Summer lyrics

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer
With the visor twist back (Huh) it's the number 1 stunner
Back on the block with some sh*t that the cops a banned
I cease n*ggas like the Taliban (Woo)
16 in [?] in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas and Dapper Dan and
Gettin' fancy in the [?] from Delancey
And only real New Yorkers'll understand me
Wit a good Movado and a crisp pair of lotto now my n*ggas up in [?] at the bar holdin' bottles (Huh)
We style for real, these other b*tches followin'
Bet they try to see us, but they nеver gon' be us, now
The lovе is gone, the foolin' is done and if they ain't 'bout they money, (Uh-huh) bet them n*ggas gettin' oned and
[?] [?] back to the slums, ain't nuttin' [?], show you how to do this, hun

[Chorus]
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer
Now your gone

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Uh oh, here comes Fox again, and we
Knockin' b*tches out the box again, got the
Rap game all locked again
Like the Ill Na Na days, I'm still not afraid (n*gga)
Dropped Chyna Doll, which I happened to love, then
Broken Silence put me back in the club
Then I gave it sometime, now I'm the one to come up
Catch The Fever this time, I'm 'bout to run the summer (Huh)
Heavy rotation, (Uh-huh) every rotation, 3,000 spins we 'bout to win, it's gonna
Be more hits, we'll see more stats, a little
Dior this and Dior that, (Woo) they like, Fox stay stylin' like she all that (Huh)
I never worry, I styles in Burberry, now
Usually I'm on some grimy sh*t, but
Let's take it back to summer 96', (It's a cruel) come on
[Chorus]
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, woah)
Now your gone (Yea, they like Fox) (Ok) (Ok) (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
And now they tellin me, "Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you
We could keep this on the low lil' mama"
Now, look, homie, I'm out of your budget
And supportin' Fox is not in your budget, plus
Anything I want, ain't hard to have
Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to blab (Uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout they seen me tryna to park the Nav and
I don't need to drive, I give them cars to Gav, now , wooh

[Chorus]
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer
Now your gone
(Cruel) cruel summer
(Cruel) cruel summer
(Cruel) cruel summer
(Cruel) cruel summer
(It's a cruel)