Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If I..., artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
If I... |
| Uhh, c’mon yeah |
| Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back |
| If I… Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop |
| Get caught, think not, light Brown |
| Cause we’re not to be stopped |
| If I… |
| I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game |
| What the damn she’s killin it again from that dame |
| Now every snake fake-faced O jig |
| I’m like, just don’t sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes |
| Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels |
| Says, «She's actin funny now, oh she’s got money now» |
| Tryin to do my thing y’all, need you on my team |
| But you ain’t gon' stop my dream, or block my cream |
| I liked things better when you called me Ings |
| A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene |
| 'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was |
| The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed |
| Things got ill the minute I got a deal |
| And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter |
| Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran |
| Damn I wish we were still playin jump |
| If I could take this back I would |
| If I could rewind the time to when it was all good |
| I would, take it back to when we said good-bye |
| If I… |
| My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour |
| Thought he’d never get caught tryin to play on whores |
| I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors |
| From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor |
| Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide |
| Said you forever keep it real, but you lied |
| Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na |
| Had me thirst when you whispered to me, «How it feel mama?» |
| Yeah, but don’t hurt it, I like the way you work it |
| No Diggity, don’t stop get busy |
| Blew up your pager, checked your clothes |
| Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code |
| What happened to the Mo’s and the occasional roses |
| Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as |
| I realize you was just misleadin me |
| I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me |
| Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead |
| You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead |
| On the one to one combo told me you’d die for bread |
| That’s why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed |
| You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread |
| I tried to intervene you said it was over my head |
| Said I’d never understand the plight of a black man |
| Right, but I’m tryin to keep you in my life |
| V.I.A. |
| satellite, talkin them burn outs |
| Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out |
| Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets |
| Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet |
| And one night you asleep after work was chopped up |
| Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up |
| One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn |
| Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone |