[-Intro] Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)
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Ugh, Ehh, Uh!
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(What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh!
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Fox Brown, Baby Cham
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Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again
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What?! What?! Uh!
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HY-YAH!
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(Foxy Brown)
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How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I'm,
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Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm,
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Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa
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Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!)
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Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,
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Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and,
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Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and,
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Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now)
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(Baby Cham)
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Tell 'em ah who bwoy we are dey friend
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Love to sit in Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's
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Our life, Ya livin' right
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Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only in it for them (Holla at us now)
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I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again
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We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level)
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Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel me?)
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Breaker, Breaker
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Party under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-in', And I am no fake-ah
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Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to Jamaica
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Muddafuckas tryyyy-in' to be a shake-ah
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Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica
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Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, now we take the cake-ah
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Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah
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See, that Fox is movin' like a snake-ah (You heard me?)
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[-Chorus-]
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Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
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whatta day when the tables will turn,
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Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
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whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh)
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whatta day when the tables will turn
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whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo)
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whatta day when the tables will turn
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whatta, day when the tables will turn,
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(Foxy Brown)
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Throw ya hands up, Whyle the fuck out
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Raw little peachy, Bust the screechy (Eh!)
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Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, HY-YAH!
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Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show 'em watch yall 'bout
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Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us
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The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it
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And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?
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Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down
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Nigga what, We don't get a fluck
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Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga
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Ah pum-pum lick man dat, Ehh
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[-repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade-]
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Tables Wil Turn
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| Foxy Brown |
