Foxy Brown:
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Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer
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With the visor twist back its the #1 stunner
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Back on the block with some shit that the cops had banned
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I cease niggas like the Taliban
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16 in. starelords in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas
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and the dappour Dan and gettin' fancy in the shallor from Delancy
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and only real New Yorkers will understand me
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Wit a good Mavado and a crisp pair of lotto
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Now my niggas up in omm at the bar holdin' bottles
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It's not for real, wit other niggas followin'
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Bet they try to see us, but they never gonne be us now,
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The love is gone and the foolin' is done
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And if they ain't about they money, bet them niggas gettin oned and,
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Take big poppa back to the slums
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Ain't nothin' far, show yu how to do this Hun....
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Chorus:
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(Cruel) cruel summer
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Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
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(It's a cruel) cruel summer
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Now your gone
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Foxy Brown:
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Uh...oh, here comes Foxx again
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And we knockin' bitches out the box again
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Got the rap game all locked again
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Like the Ill Nana days, I'm still not afraid
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Dropped Chyna Doll, which y'all happened to love
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Then, Broken Silence put me back in the club
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Then I gave it some time, now i'm the one to come up
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Catch, The Fever this summer, i'm 'bout to run the summer
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Every rotation, every rotation 3,000 spins we about to win
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It's gonna be more hits, we'll see more stat
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A little, Dior this and Dior that
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They like, Foxx stay stylin' like she all that
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I never worry, I styles in Behrberry now
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Usually i'm on some grimmy shit, but,...
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Let's take it bak to summer 96', come on...
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Chorus:
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(Cruel) cruel summer
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Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
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(It's a cruel) cruel summer
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Now your gone
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Foxy Brown:
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(They like Foxx, OK)
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And now they tellin me,
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Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you
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We could keep this on the low lil' mama
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Now look hommie i'm out of your budget
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And, supportin' Foxx is not in your budget,
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Plus, Anything I want, ain't hard to have
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Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to BLAB
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Talk about they seen me trying to park the Naaav
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I don't even drive, I give them Cars to Gav, now....
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(Cruel) cruel summer
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Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
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(It's a cruel) cruel summer
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Now your gone....
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Cruel Summer
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Foxy Brown |