Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro... Chicken Coop, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro... Chicken Coop |
| The following previews have been approved for all audiences |
| by the Committee For Audiovisual Sound |
| On the mean streets of New York, everyone has a crew |
| Now the music industry has one of their very own |
| Violator Entertainment present |
| The most thrilling trio since Three the Hard Way |
| Yogi, Chaddeo, and the Mighty Hah |
| The Cru |
| Uhh, uhh |
| Can you feel it? |
| Uhh |
| Now once upon a time let’s see if I remember |
| Back in January (nah chill it was December) |
| Also coming… |
| In the Summer of '96 we saw Nas Escobar captivate an entire industry |
| Little did we know when he stepped through the door |
| The Firm he represented would be right behind him |
| The kid got his own Firm, tch, de canta mari con Cormega |
| Mamaow |
| From the most lethal conglomerate on wax |
| Foxy Brown, AZ, Nas Escobar, and now introducing |
| Cormega the Executive |
| This how it went down |
| Add to undergrowth therapy, now surgery |
| A nigga wetted me but, he didn’t murder me Dunn |
| I survived, he thought that I died |
| Now it’s time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge |
| Once was friends, but that shit’s dead |
| That stupid motherfucker shoulda shot me in the head |
| (BOOM) |
| And now for our feature presentation |
| TrackMaster Entertainment in conjunction with Violator Entertainment |
| Bring to you… Foxy Brown |
| The album |
| «What the hell do you think I’m runnin here, a chicken coop?» |
| Foxy, the word’s on the streets from New York to Cali |
| You’re the one |
| But you gotta be careful |
| There’s a lot of haters in the game |
| «This bitch rose thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars workin part time» |
| Ya know somethin Foxy? |
| You’re headed for the top… top… |
| Straight ahead |
| And when you get there, you gotta stir it allll up |
| You see you’re gonna make so much money |
| When you walk down the street |
| They’re gonna think your pockets got the mumps |
| Can you dig it… dig it… dig it… |