Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ill Na Na, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ill Na Na |
| Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I… |
| Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung |
| Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c’mon, yeah, c’mon) |
| Destination… (c'mon, c’mon) plat' |
| Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out |
| Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out |
| She’s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts |
| and the track record, I’m all about plaques |
| Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life |
| Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it’s tight |
| Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat |
| Since you opened up, I know you’re hopin it’s wack |
| Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin |
| Maybe I’ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand |
| This is ladies night, and the Mercedes’s tight |
| When I’m coming home? |
| Maybe tonight |
| Meet my boo, by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight |
| It’s my time to shine it’s playtime tonight |
| I’ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall |
| I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call |
| Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet? |
| Sugar walls comin down niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots |
| for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla |
| Real and it don’t stop, we movin up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper |
| Straight cash get got, bloodhounds |
| tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na No more sexin me all night, thinkin it’s alright |
| While I’m lookin over your shoulder watchin the whole night |
| You hate when it’s above right? |
| Ladies this ain’t handball |
| Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike |
| In the morning when it’s all bright, eggs over easy |
| Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes |
| While I’m eatin gettin dressed up, this ain’t yo’pad |
| I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab |
| No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made |
| It’s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game |
| Put it in high gear, fuck the eye wear |
| Nas Ruled the World but now it’s my year |
| And from, here on I solemnly swear |
| To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh) |
| Yeah I don’t need a man’s wealth (yeah) |
| But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self) |
| And uhh… |
| Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet? |
| Sugar walls comin down niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots |
| for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla |
| Real and it don’t stop, we movin up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper |
| Straight cash get got, bloodhounds |
| tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na Uhh… vodka… |
| Not… not… |
| Dolla dolla… stop stop… |
| C’mon c’mon… yah, it’s the Ill Na Na No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths |
| Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this |
| Love thyself with no one above thee |
| Cause ain’t nobody gon’love me like me If he, don’t Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee |
| Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nikes (uh uh, yeah) |
| Hit the road |
| Mami told me in order to, find a Prince |
| you gotta kiss some toads |
| Who’s got the illest pussy on the planet? |
| Sugar walls comin down niggaz can’t stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots |
| for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla |
| Real and it don’t stop, we movin up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper |
| Straight cash get got, bloodhounds |
| tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na |