Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fox Boogie, artist - Foxy Brown.
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fox Boogie |
Yeah, without a doubt, we up in here chillin' |
This is the Kid Capri |
And I’m in the house with Foxy Brown |
For the nine-pound, plus one |
And we got things goin' on, in a big way in here |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved |
In what’s about to happen, yo, drop that Foxy |
I’m Don like Perignon, peep me continuously to take money, indeed |
They keep frontin' my firm’ll keep sumpin', Fox, freak sumpin' |
B-12 Coupes flossin', high-post, off me, killin' 'em softly', like Fugees |
My lah be straight cheddar, in K sweater |
Them pussies fuck dicks, raw dog shit |
Bubblin' mad chips, hard in the six, where we at, Brooklyn |
And you know that, niggaz’ll get dismissed so peep this |
I flows on like heron, Don like Deion, rewind the ill, na na |
Layin' in the Telon, stone like Sharon, let’s see, niggaz say he really |
Yappin' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out |
Please, I was in the drop three it was D and his man from D.C. |
On some straight P.D., I ain’t mad Pa Pa, do your thing |
Get your thug on, keep holdin' and I’ma keep rollin' |
Now let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na |
Ah let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na |
Well, here we go now |
You know the Na Na is all that |
That’s why I get briquettes and lazarus and all that |
In fact, my sex games, all that |
'Cause when I do my thing, no turnin' back |
Bet that, I be stashin' in C-10 |
Chrome Lauren, shittin' hard in the Benz |
Morocco bremen, niggaz scheamin' |
Shoulda seen 'em, 850 y’all be men |
Gettin' his wild on, frontin' at the bar, guzzlin' that low |
Kiko, who he tryin' to style on? |
Courvosier sipper, all day |
He was ballin', sway while the beat is 360 ways |
Anyway, I continues to floss iceberg shit on the ass, of course |
That’s how we plays, high-post all day |
Come 'round my way, see a true player play |
Fox Boogie, straight ballin' all day |
You know how I do nigga, the firm way, hey |
Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear you say, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear you go, uh the Ill Na Na, Na Na |
Let me hear you go, uh uh uh Na Na, Na Na |
When it come to niggaz I’m game tight, game alright |
High-post, I plays, the frame all night |
Alright, life’s ill, push twenty mil |
Easy, unplugged, fucks with, only thugs |
Pretty niggaz too but I’m, seein' you |
Definitely I’m, untouchable, hair |
Strokin' the Na Na is like cocoa |
Bitches a dime go loco for that flow doe |
Shit, it’s dangerous, peep the wrist, explain this, rocks all crisp |
Chicks fuckin' for nuttin', please mama, betta get that cheese |
Villainese, on her knees, tell her fuck the mink, she want |
A Persian Land frontin', from where he talkin' cribs then he sayin' |
Sumpim', sexual status, we’s the baddest |
Girls, we got the weapons, niggaz, got to have this |
Pure shan Don frontin', to start sumpin' |
He buggin', lustin' over nuttin', 'cause I’m gone |
Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na |
And let me hear you say, uh 'cause this the Ill, Na Na, Na Na |
'Cause I wanna hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na |
Yeah, word up this is the Kid Capri |
Along with Foxy Brown, big shouts to The Firm |
Big shouts to the Track Masters |
Big shouts to all my people in the Boogie Down B-X |
Word up and everybody all over the world |
'Cause it’s goin' down like that |
As we gon' get this money |
We up outta here love |