Big Bad Mamma Lyrics - Foxy Brown

[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters 

My boo 

[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy 

[Fox] Right 

[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na 

[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit 

[Foxy Brown] 

Playa haters every minute want to stop my dough (uh-huh) 

And every other minute want to rock my flow (you know) 

And every third minute, y'all want to swerve in it 

Come quick like a virgin in it... aowww! 

So far, came through this year with no bra 

Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt 

Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee 

For the best effect you got to use your tongue 

Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill 

Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk? 

Shake that ass like you just don't care 

'Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what? 

Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz 

Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga 

Chick in the, off-white pearl six 

On the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 

It's on 

[Chorus: Dru Hill] 

She's a bad mamma jamma 

Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be) 

Hey, she's a bad mamma jamma 

Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be) 

[Foxy Brown] 

Player haters every minute want to see your clothes (uh-huh) 

Then every other minute want to know what you drove (uhhh) 

Then every third minute, want to know if the fur's rented 

That's why I got no time for hoes 

It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice 

See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks 

See me just, play the low pro 

Got these rap chicks in a choke hold, biatch! 

Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me 

I'm like one point five, got to make it three 

My name will forever ring 

Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on everything, hell yeah 

for the paper rip a hot draft 

Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here 

I'll be down when you're goin broke, I'll Na Na 

Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on 

[Chorus] 

[Foxy Brown] 

Playa haters every minute want to shit on wax (uh-huh) 

Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh) 

Then every third minute want to rock you Venice and Bourbon 

Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why 

I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain 

I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game 

I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel 

A H-Class ho with the H. Findel 

Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga 

Like Aaliyah, One in a Million 

There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin 

Like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits 

Member when I told y'all first week out 

Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out 

Love yourself, put no one above thee 

'Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on 

[Chorus x2]