Karaoké I'll Be Foxy Brown & Jay-Z

That's right papa, that's right

How we doin', yeah

Uh, uh, uh

Done, yeah

On a na na

Uh, huh uh

Uh, come on

What up pop brace yourself 'cos I ride on top

Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks

What

Double lose his mind as he grinds in the tunnel

Uh

Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle

Uh huh

Nasty girl don't pass me the world

What

I push to be not the backseat girl

Don't deep throat the C-note she floats

Come on

Murder she wrote and keeps the heat close

Uh

Uh, we suposed to be the illest on three coasts

Familia bigga than Icos

Y'all Danny DeVitos, small 'cos all I see is the panty eaters that's all

Come on

Uh

No shark in this year raise it bigga

Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up

Now

And take notice

Na na, take over

Y'all take quotas to hit papa

Uh, straight out the gate y'all we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure

That's right we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure

I'm two live nasty as I wanna be

Uh, uh

Well don't shake your sassy in front of me

Before I take you there and tear your back out

That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out

Uh

Rollin for Lana dripped in Gabbana

Nineties style you find a style

Right away it's the fit wanna taste the shit

Put me on a bass and throw your face in it

Uh huh

Na na, y'all can't touch her

My sex drive all night

Come on like a trucker

Let alone the skills I posess

And y'all gon' see by

Hey these mil's I posess

Right

Never settle for less

I'm in excess not inexpensive DVS

To the

To the two that's just the way I'm built

Nasty

Nasty, what classy still

Uh, straight out the gate y'all we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure

That's right we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure

You get to hoe what I got, uh

Uh, uh roll with the rock, uh

The fella Capo in the candy apple drop

Stop

Will tears fall in your ears if I don't stop

Can ya throw it like a quarterback third in the lot

Tell me

Dig me, I get you locked like

Biggie wit Irv in the spot

Word middie the cop 'n the biddie

Uh

I'm the bomdigi punana

Sexy brown thing

Uh, Madon' y'all

Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure

They undress ya all over ya

I ain't playin' knockin' at the Williams

Sayin'

I'm sayin' what's the sense in delayin'

Uh

I'm tryin' to run G from the P to the AM

I saw your little thing now I'm swayin' OK then

All right

Yeah

Uh, uh, straight out the gate y'all we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure

That's right we drop hits

But tell me how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped one thing's for sure