Текст (слова) песни: Foxy Brown f Spragga Benz - Oh Yeah

[Verse One]
I`m the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Mo` rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggaz say I`m too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y`all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I`m {Diddy}
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y`all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
"What`s Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it`s sweet
See y`all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

[Verse Two]
Check, uhh
It`s like I`m in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I`m just too fuckin real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y`all
I respect the rap game, but I don`t fuck with rap bitches
I`m speakin from my heart
It`s not that I`m too good, I`m just hood
Been like this from the fuckin start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y`all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, I`m a in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it`s just me and my six

repeat 1

[Verse Three]
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini` rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who y`all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y`all don`t know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou` each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
I`m like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan` race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
Fuck, y`all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that`s Blood`n or Crip`n
I`m still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga

repeat 1 - 2X

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