Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Yeah , by - Foxy Brown. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Yeah |
| I’m the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game |
| Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl |
| Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl |
| Mo’rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl |
| Niggaz say I’m too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty |
| Fuck y’all thought? |
| Be dancin around in suits like I’m |
| Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city |
| Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane |
| Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane |
| And dare one of y’all rappin chicks to mention Fox name |
| What’s Beef? |
| Beef is when bitches think it’s sweet |
| See y’all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya 1- Oh yea, We coming for you |
| (6 x’s) |
| Check, uhh |
| It’s like I’m in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m just too fuckin real |
| I love to stack riches, no disrespect y’all |
| I respect the rap game, but I don’t fuck with rap bitches |
| I’m speakin from my heart |
| It’s not that I’m too good, I’m just hood |
| Been like this from the fuckin start |
| Since I bust my gun in ninety-six |
| Y’all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks |
| Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit |
| You a industry bitch, I’m a in the streets bitch |
| I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs |
| But, other than that it’s just me and my six |
| I dream filthy |
| My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini’rum and whiskey |
| Uhh, proper set off |
| Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm |
| Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy |
| Who y’all know rock Prada like Fox |
| Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella |
| Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face |
| Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste |
| Act like y’all don’t know I keeps gat beneath waist |
| And like a hundred thou’each crib in each safe |
| When Fox come through she have a gun in the place |
| I’m like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan’race? |
| Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin |
| Fuck, y’all only nice around mics like Pippen |
| Shit, to all my thugs that’s Blood’n or Crip’n |
| I’m still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga |