Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Bad Mama, artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Hits, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Big Bad Mama |
Ahh, Trackmasters |
My boo |
Dru Hill, Foxy |
Right |
Ill na na na, Na Na Na Na, uhh, that’s the shit |
Verse One: Foxy Brown |
Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh) |
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know) |
And every third minute, y’all wanna swerve in it Come quick like a virgin in it… aowwww! |
So far, came through this year with no bra |
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt |
Got em strung, let em know I’m like a Icee |
for the best effect you got to use your tongue |
Find my G-Spot get me hot I’m ill |
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk? |
Shake that ass like you just don’t care |
Cause y’all just rookies to begin, what? |
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz |
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga |
Chick in a off whit pearl six |
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 |
It’s on Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations) |
She’s a bad mamma jamma |
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be) |
Heyyy, she’s a bad mamma jamma |
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be) |
Verse Two: Foxy Brown |
Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh) |
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh) |
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur’s rented |
That’s why I got no time for hoes |
It’s the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice |
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks |
See me just, play the low pro |
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch! |
Basically, you’re wastin your time hatin me |
I’m like one point five, got to make it three |
My name will forever ring |
Got em screamin «Damn Fox!"on erything, hell yeah |
for the paper rip a hot draft |
Only for the right dough shorty got that? |
Still in here |
I’ll be down when you’re goin broke, Ill Na Na Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it’s on Verse Three: Foxy Brown |
Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh) |
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh) |
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon |
Nah I ain’t got time for dat… that’s why |
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain |
I’m like Bo Jack baby, I’m hip to the game |
I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel |
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel |
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga |
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million |
There’s MC’s in this rap shit comin in illin |
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits |
Member when I told y’all first week out |
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out |
Love yourself, put no one above thee |
Cause ain’t nobody gon’fuck me like me, it’s on |