Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 730, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
730 |
| Whoa, whoa |
| What the *plurrr is this, YO! |
| They say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| Can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| Yo how can we start this |
| My life is thorough never heartless |
| I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches |
| From the windy city to the streets in Cali |
| To them streets in Houston |
| My niggas always boostin' |
| Some bitches always holla |
| How they don’t spend a dolla |
| But that’s because they ain’t got it Now tell me where’s the logic |
| And if I talk it — I’ve done did it or about to do it |
| I’m making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin’to it Bust your guns! |
| And if that ain’t enough then bust again |
| I’ve been thuggin’since B-I-Z made Just A Friend |
| Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin’clocks |
| And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox |
| Let me head knock, Pretty you wit’me right |
| This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right |
| Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight? |
| 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? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| They say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| But can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| Yo my life is full of problems |
| Sometimes it’s hard to dodge 'em |
| So much you couldn’t fathom |
| I wish I didn’t have them |
| They say I’m 7−30, pretty but I rap too dirty |
| The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me So what I crashed my Range |
| My last name ain’t changed |
| This time it’s different though |
| I’m not exploiting names |
| Yeah I write my shit |
| It’s not a fucking game |
| So what he wrote some songs |
| I blew him up the same |
| I’m never ducking dames |
| Y’all know just where to find me I would’ve killed her but it just wouldn’t be fair to mommie |
| Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars |
| Not me the crime star |
| Y’all bitches ain’t worth it Although my life ain’t perfect, I’ll never change a thing |
| Y’all want success but y’all don’t know about the pain it bring |
| It’s supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long |
| This beat is kind of ill |
| How could you hate this song? |
| Yo they say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| But can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| They say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| But can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| Man some hoes is always yackin' |
| Like I can’t make it happen |
| Like they don’t know my cash |
| Like they don’t know my past |
| Especially pop star bitches with the soft image |
| So what I ain’t with him |
| BITCH! |
| He’s off limits |
| Be where I always be See who I choose to see |
| Although we’re not together, his heart belong to me See at times I think y’all bitches be confusing me Like I’m somethin’sweet, shorty I’m still street |
| You’re not on my level, and I won’t stoop |
| And I’m the one that got you, kicked out your own group |
| Chicks be always thinkin’that I’mma let it ride |
| I might not kill you but I’ll hurt you till your dead inside |
| Third album and you still wanna test Brown |
| I’m so hood bitches know how boogie get down |
| It could be real drama |
| It’s still the Ill Na Na There ain’t a bitch wilda |
| Any beef? |
| Holla! |
| They say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| But can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |
| They say I’m 730, say I spaz out |
| FB is ill, she’ll wild out |
| But can y’all feel my pain? |
| I can’t let it slide |
| How could I smile when I’m hurtin’so bad inside? |