Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tables Will Turn, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tables Will Turn |
| Ugh, Ehh, Uh! |
| (What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! |
| Fox Brown, Baby Cham |
| Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! |
| Dave Kelly, Can’t stop this, We did it again |
| What?! |
| What?! |
| Uh! |
| HY-YAH! |
| (Foxy Brown) |
| How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I’m, |
| Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I’m, |
| Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa |
| Who the fuck dope-ah? |
| (Ehh!) |
| Niggas wanna run up in my spots and, |
| Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and, |
| Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and, |
| Y’all can’t fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin'(Let 'em know now) |
| (Baby Cham) |
| Tell dem ah ooman we a defend |
| Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a BM |
| Holla if ya livin’right |
| Get the benjamins, aight? |
| Let them know a money we a defen (Holla at us now) |
| I let dem’know already and I’m tellin’dem’again |
| We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level) |
| Head’s boppin’and, Collars poppin’and |
| Prada rockin’to the end (Can ya feel me?) |
| Breaker, Breaker |
| Call di undertaker, Niggas will’be dyyyy-in' |
| I am no fake-ah |
| Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in'back to their maker |
| Muddafuckas tryyyy-in'to be a shake-ah |
| Ya didn’t know they shouldn’t mess wit’people from Jamaica |
| Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, a we take the cake-ah |
| Drop a bomb on them, Now it’s like a earthquake-ah |
| See them fasis movin’like a snake-ah (ya heard me) |
| Ah whatta day when the tables will turn |
| whatta day when the tables will turn, |
| Ah whatta day when the tables will turn |
| whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh) |
| whatta day when the tables will turn |
| whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo) |
| whatta day when the tables will turn |
| whatta, day when the tables will turn, |
| (Foxy Brown) |
| Throw ya hands up, whyle the fuck out |
| Raw little peachy, bust the screechy (Eh!) |
| Zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, HY-YAH! |
| Grab a couple stouts and, show 'em whatch’all 'bout |
| Y’all can’t deny us, we dare y’all to try us The best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, what the fuck y’all came for? |
| Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down |
| Nigga what, we don’t give a fuck |
| Big Pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga |
| An pupalik pon dat, Ehh |