[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
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My boo
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[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy
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[Fox] Right
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[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na
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[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit
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Verse One: Foxy Brown
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Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
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And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
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And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
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Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
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So far, came through this year with no bra
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Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
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Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
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for the best effect you got to use your tongue
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Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
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Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
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Shake that ass like you just don't care
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Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
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Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
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Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
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Chick in the, off-white pearl six
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on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
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It's on
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Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations)
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She's a bad mamma jamma
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Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
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Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
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Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)
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Verse Two: Foxy Brown
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Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
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Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
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Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
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That's why I got no time for hoes
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It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
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See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
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See me just, play the low pro
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Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
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Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
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I'm like one point five, got to make it three
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My name will forever ring
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Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
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for the paper rip a hot draft
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Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
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I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
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Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Foxy Brown
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Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
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Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
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Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
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Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
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I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
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I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
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I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
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A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
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Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
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Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
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There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
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like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
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Member when I told y'all first week out
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Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
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Love yourself, put no one above thee
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Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on
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Chorus 2X
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[Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]
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Big Bad Mamma
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Foxy Brown |