Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Na Na Be Like, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Na Na Be Like |
| Trini! |
| Yeah-yeah, Pretty Boy! |
| (99 Def Jam) I said it |
| Fuck y’all bitches want, whoa |
| I’ma stay poppin' shit |
| Anybody want it? |
| Come see me, what? |
| Fame! |
| Yagga! |
| I flows sicker like, tote quicker like |
| Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit |
| Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like |
| I spit flame bitch fuck’s my name? |
| Na Na |
| Like, I’m the bitch Prada wan' pitch |
| Rude gal, back court, big gun |
| Big tings a’gwan like, I’m undisputed |
| Now y’all got to bow when you see me, fuck’s my name? |
| Na Na |
| Like, I’m the bitch pushin big 6 |
| Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like |
| See my clique, ride big dick like |
| Swiss hole y’know? |
| Handcuff shit like |
| Supreme bitch, y’all broads is ancient |
| I’ll bank your whole shit, top draft pick like |
| I’m the Prince Nasheem of this shit |
| Come test me; |
| and leave with your vest swiss cheese like |
| (Na Na be like) |
| Flawless ice shit, sassy-ass chick, I started this shit |
| (Na Na be like) |
| Big bone gyal, whoa, light-er, come smoke the skunk ya |
| (Na Na be like) |
| Yagga yagga yo, say we nah sucky ducky |
| Iffa wear no name brand, eh |
| (Na Na be like) |
| Runnin' this here |
| Bet I have y’all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa |
| My wrist thick, light gray shit |
| Call me, Sunsplash, ya dun know wetness, whoa |
| I switched up, put the 6 up |
| E’rybody wan' chop 6 rock 'bout wrist, whoa |
| I’ve done this, spit hotness |
| Na Na tote big fifth; |
| fuck’s my name? |
| Na Na, whoa |
| And my pussy niggas wan' lick |
| And my big tits una wan' come kiss |
| And me, una see, when them want truthness |
| And you, una 'ear come spit bullshit, whoa |
| I might care, but I won’t go there |
| I might rock this, but I wan' come stick, whoa |
| I’m the chick that’ll drop my shit |
| 'fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa |
| And my life una wan' live like |
| And hot girl dis, una wan' sound like, whoa |
| Bitches wan' test my aim; |
| I spray sick like lunatic |
| Ya better keep pushin' your shit back |
| Ya nah fret me, oh you wan try Nani? |
| Beer gun shot, you a need a Punani-dani |
| Woof, bruk out yagga ya suck ya mumma |
| Pussy hole, big gun inna ya mouf gal |
| Eh-eh, eh-eh, Na Na talk greasy what? |
| Eh-eh, eh-eh, an' who de ras wan' see me |
| Eh-eh, eh-eh, my diamonds is «Blue Streak» |
| Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style |
| Eh-eh, eh-eh, Ruger in Chanel purse |
| You think you’re nice bitch, spit behind my verse |
| Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh |
| So bow down bitch, fuck’s my name? |
| Na Na, wha wha? |
| Na Na, wha wha? |
| Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, yagga yagga yo, whoa |
| — repeat 2X |