FOXY BROWN lyrics

[Intro: Michael Richards]
Aziz So I give him the crook eye back, then I notice he's not alone. I'm taking on the entire Van Buren Boys - Van Buren Boys The City of Brockton

[Verse 1: ET & Luke Bar$]
Wait (hoo)
I gotta get this monkey off my back
I put racks inside of the fitted
I got Glocks inside, it's tinted
n*ggas is actin' like b*tches (What the f*ck?)
No sir, not me
Me and Luke, top 3

Me and SAINT, not 3, not 2, not me
f*ck what these n*ggas talkin' bout
I ain't really with chatter mouths
'Lil n*gga we can box it out

I do not want to talk it out
Where's the body, I might chalk it out
Bad b*tch look like Foxy Brown
Pull up with my glocky out

Bad bih look like [?]
Two shots I could knock you out
When we ride keep it (shhhh)
Keep it low profilе
Big booty, hand full
Let the money dancе hoe
I don't spend it on a hoe
Shorty only get one chance
Suckin' di*k with both hands
Imma make the pus*y rain dance
Gotta watch the way you shake hands
I could spark it like a caveman, you don't say man
Aye man, shi shi

Aye man, where I'm from they say amen
Thank you, Jesus
f*ck the pastors, f*ck the preachers
Need my master, f*ck the leases
f*ck the crackers, they some leeches
f*ck these n*ggas, they some beeches
Hit 'em where it hurt, give 'em stitches
I ain't felt this way in a minute
Aye, every since I got my weight off I'm paid
Pull up in a [?] it's great
[?] by now

[Verse 2: Jiles & Invada]
f*ck a chick, b*tch I'm clocked in
We can shoot it out, I ain't talkin'
My main b*tch, she talkin' sh*t
I told the b*tch I'm from Brockton
That cocaine got the kitchen smellin'
We got it poppin', got it rockin'
Got four corners, that's four squares
I can get it off, I got it boxed in
f*ckin these n****s don't got it
You n*ggas stupid, you soundin' ridiculous
You 'bout as green as that sh*t in my wallet
[?] a pocket
You got that sh*t on but you cannot rock it

I'm in the studio [?]
If she my favorite, I buy her a bonnet
My b*tches are alien, I buy her a comet
I don't care if I'm up, Imma make me some ramen
VB in the booth and we spittin' [?]
A family of blues in the city of Brockton
I'm f*ckin' bad b*tches, I'm like freaky [?]
A b*tch gave good head but she built like a lineman
I got a bad b*tch but she come from the islands

If she wanna fly, then see me tonight
I told that b*tch "Soon as you land we gon' smoke on some cookie
Get high like a kite"
I'm in my hood, it's a wonderful night
I'm in your hood, it's a hell of a fight
These n*ggas hate on me straight out of spite
I don't sip dirty, ain't none in my sprite
Kickin' that b*tch to the curb, she using the words I don't like
And she getting me tight
I need that urge in the verge
I hop in the whip and I swervin' when I took a right
[Bridge: Luke Bar$]
f*ckin' her good, got her off her one
Give her good di*k, that's one hell of a night
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Run that b*tch up
Run that b*tch up
Run that b*tch up
Run that b*tch up (aye, aye, aye)

[Verse 3: Meech BOLD & FELIX!]
Me and FELIX! tag-team
Bad b*tch look like Nia
Black [?] jeep
f*ck around get a key, though

Mookie say he top 3
Boy you better add me
Better add Meech
Counting up [?]
Me and shake, D wade
We ain't south beach
I was goin' for the head
If I'm goin' eat, then I'm gon' feast
Now I'm flyer than a 'muh
b*tches see me now, they be like "sheesh"
Girl you know it cost a fee

f*ck [?] I be feelin' like Lupe
[?] no need to be snoopin'
VB be movin', we kinda elusive
I head to MowTown dropped an exclusive
Can't understand when you in the stands
If it ain't 30 bands, we ain't gonna do it
n*ggas can't tell me I'm more like a Rubiks
Shorty be movin', I smack on her booty
b*tch [?]

Hop in the b*tch go stupid
You cannot walk in my Rick or my Subis
All the bad b*tches are done wit' me
I was just runnin' it up with the homies
This headshot to the [?]
This is that [?]
This is [?]
Imma die slowly