Cruel Summer Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown: 

Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer 

With the visor twist back its the #1 stunner 

Back on the block with some shit that the cops had banned 

I cease niggas like the Taliban 

16 in. starelords in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas 

and the dappour Dan and gettin' fancy in the shallor from Delancy 

and only real New Yorkers will understand me 

Wit a good Mavado and a crisp pair of lotto 

Now my niggas up in omm at the bar holdin' bottles 

It's not for real, wit other niggas followin' 

Bet they try to see us, but they never gonne be us now, 

The love is gone and the foolin' is done 

And if they ain't about they money, bet them niggas gettin oned and, 

Take big poppa back to the slums 

Ain't nothin' far, show yu how to do this Hun.... 

Chorus: 

(Cruel) cruel summer 

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel 

(It's a cruel) cruel summer 

Now your gone 

Foxy Brown: 

Uh...oh, here comes Foxx again 

And we knockin' bitches out the box again 

Got the rap game all locked again 

Like the Ill Nana days, I'm still not afraid 

Dropped Chyna Doll, which y'all happened to love 

Then, Broken Silence put me back in the club 

Then I gave it some time, now i'm the one to come up 

Catch, The Fever this summer, i'm 'bout to run the summer 

Every rotation, every rotation 3,000 spins we about to win 

It's gonna be more hits, we'll see more stat 

A little, Dior this and Dior that 

They like, Foxx stay stylin' like she all that 

I never worry, I styles in Behrberry now 

Usually i'm on some grimmy shit, but,... 

Let's take it bak to summer 96', come on... 

Chorus: 

(Cruel) cruel summer 

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel 

(It's a cruel) cruel summer 

Now your gone 

Foxy Brown: 

(They like Foxx, OK) 

And now they tellin me, 

Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you 

We could keep this on the low lil' mama 

Now look hommie i'm out of your budget 

And, supportin' Foxx is not in your budget, 

Plus, Anything I want, ain't hard to have 

Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to BLAB 

Talk about they seen me trying to park the Naaav 

I don't even drive, I give them Cars to Gav, now.... 

(Cruel) cruel summer 

Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel 

(It's a cruel) cruel summer 

Now your gone....