Birth Of Foxy Brown Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

[[Intro]]Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh 

How you expect me to love you, nigga 

Can't even trust you, uh 

So he played you, right? 

Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? 

Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right 

And the last you seen was his car break lights 

He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl 

Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl 

And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl 

I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me 

Basically, nigga's game a lie, so bet I game back 

And make the nigga' think that I came alive 

And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob 

That chain was hot, is he on or what? 

Nigga cop the broach in the double R 

And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, niggaI got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box 

I gotta have some rocks, even then 

All I do is get they asses high, then I ask them 

When was the last time you had some twat? 

Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down 

Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? 

By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? 

Let me tell you what I need on those license plates 

"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed 

On the balcony while you knock me down 

Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? 

Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls 

The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior 

Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan 

And I'm about that money, no need to pretend 

Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1]You got as much, you game's y'all 

And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars 

Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself 

Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself 

I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick 

I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit 

Had the next bitch layed up in my six? 

Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? 

I'm what a nigga would love to have 

Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass 

Nice attitude, even though I'm ice bad 

He was still quite fast, you like the wife style 

Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out 

In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas 

And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so 

Holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1 

Repeat 1][[Total]]I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more[- 1 - 

[Total & Foxy]](I ain't fuckin' wit' you) 

I can't rock with you no more 

(You and your bullshit) 

(How can I love you) 

(Can't even trust you) 

(I ain't fuckin' wit' you) 

I can't rock with you no more 

(Cut the bullshit) 

(How can I love you 

(Can't even trust you) 

I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box 

I gotta have some rocks, even then 

All I do is get they asses high, then I ask them 

When was the last time you had some twat? 

Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down 

Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? 

By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? 

Let me tell you what I need on those license plates 

"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed 

On the balcony while you knock me down 

Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? 

Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls 

The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior 

Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan 

And I'm about that money, no need to pretend 

Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1]You got as much, you game's y'all 

And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars 

Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself 

Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself 

I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick 

I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit 

Had the next bitch layed up in my six? 

Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? 

I'm what a nigga would love to have 

Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass 

Nice attitude, even though I'm ice bad 

He was still quite fast, you like the wife style 

Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out 

In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas 

And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so 

Holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1 

Repeat 1][[Total]]I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box 

I gotta have some rocks, even then 

All I do is get they asses high, then I ask them 

When was the last time you had some twat? 

Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down 

Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? 

By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? 

Let me tell you what I need on those license plates 

"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed 

On the balcony while you knock me down 

Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? 

Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls 

The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior 

Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan 

And I'm about that money, no need to pretend 

Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1]You got as much, you game's y'all 

And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars 

Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself 

Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself 

I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick 

I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit 

Had the next bitch layed up in my six? 

Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? 

I'm what a nigga would love to have 

Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass 

Nice attitude, even though I'm ice bad 

He was still quite fast, you like the wife style 

Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out 

In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas 

And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so 

Holla at me when you ready to spend[Repeat 1 

Repeat 1][[Total]]I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock you, no more 

I can't rock you, no more 

Say it again, say it again 

say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more 

Say it again, say it again 

I can't rock with you no more