You Ain't Seen Nothin Lyrics - Mack 10

[JD:] 

(Foxy Brown) 

(Uh) Did y'all expect us? 

(No no) Bitches, can y'all get naked? 

(That's right!) 

[JD:] 

Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see 

Fa so la ti, it's chi chi 

Ladies want to hold me, get to know me 

Talks to each it, want to sleep with it 

Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress 

Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so 

Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know 

I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher 

And I don't feel bad when I crush ya 

Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all 

With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all 

You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi 

And I live and die for the whole pie 

You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin' vet 

[Hook: Mack 10:] 

(JD, Foxy Brown) [Repeat x 2] 

(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!) 

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get 

So let it be known that it's all for real 

(And all we about is them dollar, dollar bills!) 

[Foxy Brown:] 

You know that Na Na got the heater shit 

That uh, everybody want to eat her shit 

Niggas talkin' about they six want to see this shit 

Knowin' half a y'all broads want to be this bitch 

From NY to the West side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride 

38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less I come off 

With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off 

Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck 

I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch 

And everything I rocks with 

Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky 

Got to bank this to even see me half naked 

Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci 

Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price 

Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin' 

[Hook x 2] 

[Mack 10:] 

(Foxy Brown) 

I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino 

And keep the semi glock, where ever me go 

I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson 

And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested 

So where you want to meet at playa, over here? 

I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear 

Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen 

Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cause the baugettes glisten 

(I want the whole three dozen 

And with that drama, biz) 

Well it all depends on how ill your na na is 

Can you go O-T with a few and a gun? 

But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one? 

Now you can be up in the west and do it my way 

Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA 

Want to ball, well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale 

Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell 

[Hook x 2] 

[Mack 10:] 

The Hoo Banger, Mack 10. 

The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown. 

And the homie JD, the don chi chi. 

We got the recipe, break it down.