That's right papa that's right
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How we do yeah Ill Na Na
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Uh huh uh come on...
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[Foxy]
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What up pop brace yourself as I ride on top
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Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks
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Double lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
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Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
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Nasty girl don't pass me the world
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I push to be not the backseat girl
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Don't deep throat the C note she float
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Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
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Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
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Familia, bigga than Icos
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Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
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All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
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No shark in this year raise it bigga
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Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
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and take notice, Na Na take over
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Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
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Chorus: Jay-Z
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Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
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Now tell me, how nasty can you get
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
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(repeat 2X)
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FOXY: I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
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JAY-Z: Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
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'fore I take you there and tear your back out
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FOXY: That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
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[Foxy]
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Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
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Nineties style, you find a style
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Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
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Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
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Na Na, y'all can't touch her
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My sex drive all night like a trucker
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let alone the skills I posess
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And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
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Never settle for less, I'm in excess
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Not inexpensive DVS
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To the two, that's just the way I'm built
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Nasty what, classy, still
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Chorus
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[Jay-Z]
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Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock
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The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
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Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
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Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
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[Foxy]
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Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
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Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
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Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
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Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
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Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
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to undress ya and shit all over your asses
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I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
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I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
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I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.
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I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
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(ahh, shit... uh, uh)
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Chorus
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I`ll Be
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| Foxy Brown |
