Radio Edit Lyrics - Oh Yeah - Foxy Brown

That's right, papa, that's right 

How we do, yeah, I'll na na 

Uh huh, uh, come on 

What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top 

Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks 

Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel 

Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle 

Nasty-girl don't pass me the world 

I push to be not the backseat girl 

Don't deep throat the C-note she float 

Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close 

Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts 

Familia, bigga than Icos 

Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz 

All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz 

No shark in this year raise it bigga 

Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up 

and take notice, Na Na take over 

Y'all take quotas, to hit papa 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good 

I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be 

Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me 

'fore 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, fucker 

Na Na, y'all can't touch her 

My sex drive all night like a trucker 

let alone the skills I possess 

And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess 

Never settle for less, I'm in excess 

Not inexpensive DVS 

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

Nasty what, classy, still 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good 

Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock 

The fella Capo in the candy apple drop 

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

Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot? 

Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot 

Word middie, the cop 'n biddie 

Uh, I'm the bomdigi, punana 

Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all 

Make em turn over from the full-court pressure 

to undress ya and shit all over your asses 

I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams 

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

I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M. 

I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in (Ah, shit uh, uh) 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good 

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits 

Now tell me, how nasty can you get 

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

It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good